Echoes of my steps in vain,
Sound of every single drop in rain,
Ray that fights the dark in pain,
Screams for help when they get slain...
In vain my steps give echoes to the wall,
In vain they search through endless halls,
They bounce and rot and cry...
...and fade.
In rain, each drop is left alone,
In rain, each drop is searching for it's home,
They bounce and rot and cry...
...and fade.
In pain I fight the dark, the gloom,
In pain I fall in deep - my doom,
I bounce and rot and cry...
...and fade.
In moments screaming and they my last,
The steps, the drops they seem so vast,
The rain, my chord... no sound at all,
No voice from flying and none at fall,
I struggle muted now from dark,
In deep I sink, I'm now a mark,
A tortured silhouette, no blood, no veins,
I stare at me... My own remains...
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Each drop of single step of ran and emotion of sadness is echoing. This poem is thought provoking and scribbles mind. An amazing sharing is done here is brilliantly penned...10