• gauripawar 23w

    I can see my withered face.
    Timid hands. And sore feet.
    I am dying.
    But the space between kills us more.
    My heart has stopped.
    So has your voice.
    It feels like the rain erases no pain any more.
    It feels like a disease.
    Slowly pouring onto me.
    I am crying, clenched fist near my heart.
    Trying to scream out your name.
    But everytime I do,
    I vein of blood bursts inside of me.
    Drenching me in pure sadness.
    I sit on my knees and pray.
    Then I lie down, and fade like smoke in the rainy skies.