The dark hours are endless the dull gloomy days drone on
in spite of the tropical weather of the city
the entire year has the coldness of winter
although the unforgiving cold northerly winds
are far removed from my geography
i constantly feel them in my heart
i bend unconsciously against the terrible cold
as if im walking on a hard terrain
the merciless winds cutting across me
biting my skin creeping into my clothes
making my very frame shiver.
I feel a chill even at midday
when the harsh sun beats down
on the bare heads of commuters
i dont open my umbrella
i decide to walk on in the burning sun
hoping it would numb my pain.
I welcome the pain
believing i would reach that point
when more pain means nothing
so heavy is the burden in my mind
the lead stone in place of my heart
that i cant help but cry
out loud for some mercy from somewhere
that would put out my misery
and deliver me from Earth.
