Around the plains,under the trees;
there lie my remains,near the sea;
I lay there bare among the meadows;
All the hills n streams are my shadows!
Buried in angst and gorged in hate,
burns my soul in deep regret,
not a hand to carry along,
not a face to call my own.
where existence is but a pittance.
a teardrop,a mere cry of pain!
an ache that was never felt;
a scream,a single despairing strain.
left among the dead,
furnished with stale breath,
to carry on a meagre,sum of glances!
tired eyes fail to find,a glow of light in the furnace of life.......