SHRINE

# SHRINE     The grass is soft, wet and cold   And I'm sitting on it, as I was told   And words are reverberating two-fold   Your silence is deafening, a loud scold       Hence, I'm turning grey   Taking all the lefts on my way   Running around in circles, as they say   Not uttering a word to even pray       This isn't some rant or story   The snow is fading sun's glory   And I'm trying, I swear but it's hard   it's hard to get out of bed sometimes,   But I have to, don't I?   Get everything back on track sublime   Without wastin...View all