Shattered Soul

I am from a wooden house that barely stand from the floor you can collect a lot of sand downstairs hearing footsteps on my head can’t believe it coming to take my little bread and an old creaky sounds from the dark room I wonder why we are detained and to whom? I am from place for years was locked other stranger came and knocked from struggle that homeless are running around until they fail dying in the ground under the blanket they used to hide and now under the car they used ride. How can I get rid of my agony My soul has been shattered. I feel the strong vibration weaving over here. I wish it were a nightmare my body is aching as a result of desolation. No one hope to taste loneliness and Isolation The endless cries of those people that got hurt my ears, my soul, and my heart. My hands are tied, my eyes refuse to close, and my head rejects my call to stop screaming. All I want to do is scream, scream and scream, until the whole world hears my cries.