Ballad of the Crushed one

I stare at the sky

with sand under my toes

with the wind swirling through my ears

gazing at the horizon

I trudge in the mud

craving once again the sweetness from the past

when I was weak and vulnerable

with my dad's shoulder below my legs

and his voice under my ears

saying

grow up my son...

I climb the verdant hill

smelling the fragrance of the flowers

the fragrance of loneliness

it squeezes me until shapeless

when memories of her smile wipe away my daydream

and my tear bursted from these exhausted eyes

A tree behind me

and a palm leaf beside me

they comfort me not

now that warm loving shoulder will never appear below my legs anymore 

while I am still breathing

nor will that smile appear again before me to ease my pains

I am crushed to pieces

I stare at the cloudy sky

gazing at the horizon

ripped apart by these excruciating torturous torments

knowing

there will be more pain

as long as this wretched world

still exists when my eyes are opened.....