I stand there grasping to breath,
as i see my life swirling into a storm.
unable to stand,
as my burden pulls me down.
unable to listen,
as my inner voice is nothing but a cacophony.
unable to scream,
as m deafened by my own silence.
unable to cry,
as my eyes are droughty.
I dont want to be this numb anymore,
as my pain demands to be felt.
Awaiting for a drop of hope,
to quench my solitude.
All that remains now is a mess,
as my life is now,
nothing but an enigma.