Endless Woes

Waves of reality turn upside down And roll on like turbid thoughts. Pale light ofindifference makes Them shine upon the surface Of a placid sea of emotions. Relentless churning spills small Rills of tears tasting salty. The story is endless, repeating Itself since years. Once there Was none to hear the sound Of waves as they beat their heads Against the shore of the heart. Now the beach of pain is crowded. The sand of woes is soaked with Remorse and conditional love. It is difficult to pass time. It is difficult to breathe free.