The poem of broken soul

Standing over a lonely shore, Facing the sea...

The blurring image before me, I tried to see...

Trying to remember my faults,

The things that had given me jolts...

The sound of sea is more clear than my never healing tear...

Suppressing my all agony, my cries now play a new symphony...

The water rushing over my heat, going back taking my beat...

Going inside me, binding me to the crust...

It tries to breath me with full thrust..

The glands tired by trickling, refuse to flow...

The ones which were competing with him in full flow...

Coming from its horizon, making a growl...

It tries to wake my soul...

But....

Its too late to breath..

Cuz the soul has gone to death....