Something there in my heart
making it beat against the heat
that sun gives us but there it's dark
no fine clue to find the least...

Pounding sewing somehow
Curdling cuddling fooling my goal
Harrowing borrowing sorrows to know
Breathing not living in my soul...

How many times do I have
to be afraid of what I gave
Dry lips wet hips make my crave
happiness be vanished and shaved...

© RushiR
(This is a poem I wrote to show the sorrows we endure in life and sometimes the useless results of them we gain. This convinces that there are things that make ourselves struggle alone in the darkness. Hope you enjoy and get the real meaning of the poem.Thank you)