Friday, 20 October 2017

The wind blows,
Pushed me along,
Fallen on the street,
Unable to move,
Only tears dropped down,
Wetting the floor,
Even head tilted down,
Unable to look up the sky,
Which usually bright,
This time is too dark,
My eyes can't see anything,
It is too flooded,
Not even myself,
Not even the old self,
Only the hopeless and helpless,
Me is present, 
The rainfall began, 
Had no intention to stop,
Lock my legs off,
With the roots from the Earth,
Only drops of some tears,
Keep falling down,
Without motion,
Without voices,
Without struggles,
Only tears.