Moving aside of the dense wood
I feel a sudden change in my mood
As my house was running out of food
Sitting on the balcony, upon my lovely chair
The severe practicality turns me into fear
There is no time to stand and stare
Market is shut, rooms are closed
As frozen night makes me feel like stonecold
My last piece of bread is gone
There is no helping hand , I am alone
Without thinking much I come upon the street
With a feeling to myself as damn bulshit
As time passed, I was fallen asleep in hunger
Suddenly a positive conscience breaks my silence like thunder in my ear
That nameless, shapeless Omnipresent
Bring the message to me to work hard with smarter brain to find my way to cheer.
( Photo made by me)

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