I can't control
The rage building inside me
The crust of my esteem
Are dry
With cracks
and I can't see clouds
Whose rain can sooth
My land
The sound of dry air
Is deafening my ears
And slowly
Sand Of memories
Is covering me
Inch by inch
I am burying there
From where I desperately
Want to come out
But more I try
More I am caught
And now
Even air is not reaching me
And
Light is fading out