here i am
writing again
to the tell words
that remained unspoken —
i'm tired
and
lost in the
world of hopelessness,
i am walking
above broken glasses
and pointed thorns,
feeling the pain and sadness
i don't care
as long as i can bare—
i looked around and
watched the sky
showing signs as if it will cry
i see
dark clouds
in a gloomy surrounding
where dead leaves
flew is where i stand
waiting for the rain to
wet the land
helpless ? — i'm not
just tired and never asking for help.
•prinsipe_dose•