PAIN IN THE MUD
The rain is cold Dripping hard on me My heart as hard as stone Every passer-by looking at me as a deranged fit Probably a glance or two; maybe more I hold my head tightly; my voice growing boisterously as the pain increases I can feel my mind tearing apart I am uncertain whether to be in tears or in indignation The more uncertain, the more blurry i see My heart pounding harder by the second What do i do? Helpless i was, helpless i am What world am i in in the world that i see My being far away from me Who am i right now? This question keeps accompanying me till i faint in the cuddle of distress