The angels came down, giving me a gun.

So many words in the dictionary,
But my words mostly are ordinary,
I can never do a commentary,
I am no wordsmith vocabulary,

Whenever I sit down, writing something,
My head spun, hurt, banged, and I got nothing,
No matter how long, I have been waiting,
Could not find the reason to keep fighting,

Each day passed, like a boulder on my back,
Every moment, I am losing my track,
Confused, like a puzzle I could not crack,
Feeling choked like anxiety attack,

Even after a rain, there is a sun,
Bathe the earth with warmth, filled with joy and fun,
But the shades stayed for me, I cannot run,
The angels came down, giving me a gun.