I was just walking in the flow of rain and waiting for the moment, of the removal of the stain,
I’m so tired, passing winds in my mind from behind, winds that stab me inside, I’m not yet dead, yet I died, out of breath out of sight. All I can see is darkness in my sight. I continue walking from the vain of fire, still waiting for the removal of stain that I gain from the fight, where should I go, where should I rest if all I can feel is people stabbing me with all of their best,
(Someone help me)
Shock! The shout of the thunder, winds pushing me like a bumper
(Someone Help me)
Walking only on foot, with no other suit, water stepping me with their big foot
I don’t know when, I don’t know where,
Please, help me, remove this stain that I gain
(Help me)
I’m so tired
First poem, of mine. .