HALFWAY DOWN

Hurts the world’s voices when, shattering the poor heart

Alive we are, but dead when every corner of our soul feels

Lighten up our heart, we want to, but darkness blows off every candle of hope

Far away when stuck we are, in a place full of disguised people

Writhes our body as knives of words harsh, pierce every shred of it

At that moment, when a flood holds itself in those tiny eyes 

Yet our chests, immensely swollen, block their way down

‘Dearest heart, I know you’ll survive this too’ 

Ought to give it fake comforts, 

When certain we are, a bit more, would snap ourselves into pieces,

Nevertheless, we try negotiating with those drops, which might not be there to fall tomorrow.

    Blocking them halfway down, doesn’t define Gallant,

 Let them flow, 

   Let them flow,

     Let them flow..