Faded strength
Chapped lips
Pale skin
Cracked voice
Wounded heart
Broken soul -

Sitting alone in the darkness
of the pitch black
Dusk;

Half awake..
Waiting for the
Dawn
to take away the pain
and turn me into
Dust.

I wish that somehow
this Jaded Heart of mine
can also blunt
the physical pain
that I am feeling..

Sooner..
I'll go back from being a clay
and I am certain
that on that very Day..

..It'll be raining.

"ticktock, ticktock"
says the clock..

How long shall I wait?

🖤