• kautijyadreams 31w


    We fall and get hurt,
    We feel pain,we bleed in dirt,
    We see no light,
    Even when its burning bright,

    We feel thirst in the desert,
    Even when it smells of rain,
    We don't feel its wetness,
    When the water runs nearby, in a drain,

    Despair and sadness has ways,
    Of clouding our senses,

    They surround our hearts,
    Till the poor thing clenches.