You ran so fast
Against my slow pace
And left me legging behind
You did not even left
Any trace on the track
Neither you looked back
To show your light
My heart trembles
Often it stumbles
In the pitch dark
The breath
Wants to leave me dead
But the hope for your track
Holds the perishing
Weakened string
Of my faith in you
The limping remains
Of my tortured belief
Get a little
Reviving relief
When a stray blow of wind
Comes from your side
And gives me a moment of life
I get up to make
One last strife
To move on the sharp knife
That your negligence
Has laid all around
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