2 August 2012
I am striped naked.
Feeling ashamed
Being so lame
Without a string
To forge the link.
Where is my story?
I am just a folly.
I am no writer.
Still cannot I write,
Squeeze I my pen tight.
Unto that illusion I dreamt,
But myself a myth I learnt.
Cease the words!
Seal the pen !
Who am I? But a tiny bit of sand
Drift in the wind and to the hellish flame am I sent.
My Inability • Opuss № I