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

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