I waited and waited,
For the one I thought who was.
The reason for my living
Who loved and treated.
Crippled by the vein,
Shattered by the kind
Who vanished from a place
That was once called mine.
Ticking and the Tocs.
That hold me back,
My hands don’t hold steady
And my legs hold the locks
Fallen in a ditch, I
Hope it’s undercover
Hidden from the dark
And then I cry.
Skies persist to look over.
The lives of life kind,
Just blobs from that height.
Give me a rope, shooter.
By: Renishaki.Kamalanathan
Tags: Poetry/Art
