by: suavd55@gmail.comPosted on: April 28, 2026April 28, 2026 Eternal Storm. In this vast world of sorrow In this vast world of sorrowNo one feels pain like I doYou can say every heart has its ownBut my truth is darker, more cruel I’m a poor man shaped by God’s handWith sorrow running deep in my veinsBorn not to live, but just to sufferAn eternal vessel of pain From my very first cry as a babyTill this weary forty-year-old soulCovered in rags of povertyHeaven gave me nothing but storms Pain like glass cutting my spiritSorrow deeper than sunless seasHumiliation burning like salt in woundsHelplessness chaining me Failure walks with me like a shadowThese are the only gifts I’ve knownAll these years, they’ve stayed beside meIn silence, I’ve carried them alone Maybe God made me this wayA living monument of miserySo others can look at my broken lifeAnd find some relief in their pain They whisper soft with trembling lips“Our suffering is just a passing cloud”Compared to the storm that I carryThe most wretched soul… is me In this wide and heartless worldWhere mercy is rarely seenI stand as proof of endless tormentThe most forsaken soul there’s ever been Maybe God made me this waySo others can breathe a little freeWhen they see the pain I live every dayThey thank God it’s not them… but me The most wretched soul…The most broken soul…Is me Suhas Avhad (Author, LitNova) Click here to listen on Youtube
