The world is dark.
I hear the sound of rushing fluids.
Where am I?
Who am I?
What am I?
Minutes became hours, hours became days, days became weeks, weeks became months.
6570 hours past before I was plunged in to society.
The air is cold.
The sounds are intense.
I am held by fear.
Then I heard.
Here you are !
How are you ?
Put it in this blanket.
I don't know anybody here.
Nobody knows me.
I have no identity.
At this point I am alone with strangers.
I am alone.
YOU ARE READING
Life
PoetryWhen its all over, when the end has started, theses things are the things you will never forget.
