• dhwansha 6w

    On a stroll

    I am walking with a baggage
    Now too heavy to hold
    Looking around for someone
    Too many stories to be told
    Trying to pass it to someone
    Strong enough to be bold
    To ask for the part of what's
    Gradually turning me cold
    For I'm afraid I don't fight back
    Now I let all of it unfold
    As if I'm standing in an auction
    Observing the bids on the board
    Sitting there powerless
    Watching my soul being sold
    ©dhwansha