Standing by the window and smelling the petrichor
I feel the cool wind passing by the door
Thoughts of solitude are piercing through my skull
Making me feel lame ,and my life dull
Sustaining this dilemma has made me paranoid
No matter how I try,I just can’t fill the void
Akin to my tears,dewdrops are pouring down
Defining how the situations have made me just a clown
To escape from the desolation and thy fears to fail
Now I pray the almighty to take away my ails...