Down that road I walk.
It is cold,freezing as the tip of the iceberg.i feel frostbite on my fingers.
I am clouded by thunderstorms of my mind,
My eyes got with tears attempting to fall
Cascading down my cheeks like volcano.
I swallow harder than the earth, I draw them back.
Why cry? Who cares ? Who will comfort me?
So I start to running, the road becomes a wide bare hot desert,
Agitating my thirsty body.
I search for an oasis but even Mother Nature
Despises the sight of my existence and dry the water away.
Not a single good samaritan in sight.
I run I keep running.
Gone is the road, lost is the desert .
Now I am drowning in an ocean of my invisible tears.
I cry for help ,they laugh ,they mock ,they think I jest for I was always a laughing stock.
So I walk alone, I run alone.
I shall drown alone and DIE alone.