new poetry piece

lime pain

Am crawling in darkness

Freedom is not right

Am still in dilemma

But still  rolls

Of tears are flowing down my cheeks

 A deep fear fluttering my belly

Thoughts are fighting in my brains

Which way should I take?

Am in the midst of dry bones

Thought I was buoyant

But things are heavy as

Fifty years sentence

To an eighty yeared tycoon

I swear I had known Earlier

I would have route changed

But am late

Am in the midst of anxiety

Which way should I take?

Am traumatized by fear

I wish this elephant could just Appear

And face me

But all is vain

If my wishes were horses

I would have been home sleeping