Crawling
Like catterpiller does
Making noise in chaos
Like some bugs
No!
No , i am not carrying a heavy log
But
Feels like hailstones on my head
Leaned freely in the bed
But ears still red
Days passed not touched book
Not even read
Hope my knowledge till now
Will Not fade
Highlighted things are now shaded
I don’t know without reason -
I tend to misbehave
As if hailstone hit me
And
I am converted to two pieces
As if
Lungs, intestine and heart are separated
My mind knows nothing
Finger lingers and mumbles tho
As if I am dead
Can breath
‘ In and out ‘ ‘In and out’
But Hailstones storm hit !