I Became The Folklore

In the vessels of loneliness,

My feelings stored like water,

You came as the jerky wind,

The mud vessels are broken,

My feelings started leaking,

When they touched the earth,

I found stories,

Stories of same abandoned feelings like mine,

In the yearning for identity,

Love was never been a right earned,

This land only knows mating with a corpse,

How can we tell them to taste love,

While becoming contaminated with desires,

I left my breath,

For many years,

I became tell-all folklore.