I am not a poet, I can’t lock the words in chains of metre or bind them with the laws of rhyme, though sometimes I blog and write for a Magazine. On other day, my feelings forced to me to write but for some strange reasons, I didn’t want to put the words in a prose, though a lot of you would suggest that it would have been a better idea. But I tried; I tried to find a tearful language that translates what I feel........
There is perhaps an hour of light left in the sinking sun.
I am waiting to see
The demise of another gloomy day
Days go by though time standstill
Life ain’t moving
Am I still breathing?
My life has been hard to go through.
With the pain,
A pain that grips and lives within one lonely heart.
Pain that consumes my soul with every breath
Yet I still breathe.
All I want to do is cry.
I want to cry so hard
I may never cry again.