The Man Above Poem by Hell 'Farya

I am but a melancholic one,
Oft sleeping in my tears.
The luxury of it -
Early before all,
And later after all.
A dream I hoped would lead to paradise.
'Ah, ah! ' the man above will shout,
'Get up at once! '
And so, I'll wake to the new dawn,
With renewed hope.

Lost in my shabby thoughts,
I'd run myself over, times two.
Excruciatingly beautiful -
All pains and beauty,
Glorious and sorrowful.
Shall I see life's next chapter now?
'Ah, ah! ' the man above will shout,
'You shan't die yet! '
And to reality I will snap,
With hope's reemergence.

Like wine, I brew my hours,
Then, like rum, wash them down.
Dilly-dally - my days pass by.
My legs tired of walking,
My mouth of talking.
'Not again shall I thrive for a difference, '
But he looked down upon me -
The man above, with thundering voice:
'Ah, ah! Get the hell up! '
And at once, my energy ran back in.

When I seem to have nothing,
When efforts are futile,
I'll remember to mimic Him -
The man above.
I'll look up beyond the horizon,
As he would look down from his hood.
'Ah, ah! ' I will shout, 'He will hear! '
For like a magician, He knows my want,
As the day would fly by,
His gaze shall not cease on me.