loving

What is death?

Is it the same I am experiencing every day?

The death of desires…the demise of love?

The ruin of affection…the fall of warmth…

They say, women are stronger…              

They can show their woe no longer

They are not allowed to express…

They have to bury their longings and suppress…

I am burdened… I am bewildered…I am lost

I am shaken and the faith is all tossed…

It’s somewhat like a forced compulsion

Continue to walk barefoot on a scorched trail

Even if it’s dead as a bone…lifeless and frail

Continue

Advertisements