Rage hurts me more
Than the one
I am raging on...
Dark rain clouds are full with agony
In the sky,
Still there is no rain blast
Don't know why...
My heart is boiling in the rage,
Still I am acting like the sage.....
Taking in oxygen,
To clear my vision,
In this blurry region...
Lungs are breathing too fast,
To get over the past
I hope I will won at last...
Mind explodes worst
Than the volcano outburst
& I want to get out of this hell first....
I can't keep this load anymore
Question is what to choose?
Floor to soar?
Or
Door to roar?
Anyways,
Peace is hard to endeavour....