Barefoot

Feeling the blame for not whats worth Seldom do the hollow cries of my heart Reach the tips of my full pout More over they go straight up And create a riot where it hurts Hovering around like honey bees Stinging passionately, Are the poignant joys of my crying soul Without which, I'm incomplete, I'm empty 'Meaningless' the word that describes the ideology And the word which means the most On a long thread with one end embedded in the depths of horizon, Hanging are the dead friendships that i had, And memories that are drying under the sun: Right now I'm all out of thread; I no longer have the luminosity For another existence. I walk alone on the beach The fake blue water kissing my feet, The sun goes down and rises again; I walk on..