• rdblessed 5w

    Faded Outside

    In complete silence,
    I am hidden secretly from eyes,
    Sometimes from myself too.
    I can't handle my own feet now,
    It seems to be a fake burden.
    Travelled a lot,
    I have no hope from my shoes,
    But still I believe on my feet.
    And many times they got paralysed.
    They are hidden enemies,
    Many times I tried to cut my own feet.
    But I can't.
    My shoes are my real friends,
    I never keep a hope on them forever.
    This world is fake one for me,
    Or I am fake for this world now.
    I don't know.
    Dear Lord,
    Bless your Jack.