Wow! This got me thinking actually. It got my senses in a spot to comprehend your message.

I see an unfulfilled subject trying to walk through a despairing circumstance. Feeling despondent and seeking for a quintessence to flourish on. At times one goes through despicable and unfortunate travails that gets us asking questions. Getting subjected to feeling pessimistic and nursing our agony.

We want to start a means of livelihood but all to no avail. One gets stuck without no means of capital, ideas or a drive to carry on. At such vagueness is our threshold of badluck. I believe this is a sign of calamities, that need to be pondered deeply about. With precaution and well thought out plans and strategies, one can pick up the ladder and climb ahead to greater heights.
A beautifully sad but hopeful poem.
Bravo!