I will not do this anymore.
I cannot do this anymore...
There I was in youth
consuming time whilst...
Under everything,
rocks, soil, worms and dead wasps...
Here's a little story, about a little girl,
Once her eyes, were the brighest of them all...
I can't form words,
I can't form thoughts...
Often on the river embankment I observe the same...
Gliding, floating solitarily whilst treading and...
This old house is the lines upon your face-
Your smile adorns every angle...
Heavy weights hang from my feet
While fatigue weighs my eyes...
Is the baby in heaven?
are you sure she made it there...
Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...
It was her eyes that teared
But her heart that cried...
I never knew it was possible,
For me to feel this low...