My life is bulky
dry and ugly.
I don't know why
but I am so shy,
I explain it to you,
but cover some clue.
life is a distance of miles,
I make it difference of piles,
to all my fears,
to all my tears,
huge bundles of thoughts,
that hits me like shots.
blows of sadness,
added to my madness.
these things are small,
that I want to recall.
all those days,
I spend in prays.
all those nights,
I passed with frights,
in standing away,
in mist of clay.
I want to forget,
and try not to regret
my past ..


© Hafseyyy