Life At The Tip

My tiny legs cripple

My whole world stumbles.

Am at the boundary of no going back

Where glittering eyes cannot see my back

I am joining the road of fear

Where evils are being born,

With a bucket of tears flowing away

And my burning heart burning away.

The least I can remember is yesterday

Most times faces of today I cannot tell,

Staring at my ceilinged room

With my lousy head up.

All hope is lost

Eager to see my doctors face,

So chaos in the flesh shall pain no more

And the burden of the heart shall vanish.