Everyday Life

By Krishna Yelnure

Words don’t come out of my mouth

And my hand doesn’t stop writing

What a situation am I dealing, with

The world is full of people who can yell and shout

I only write and let my imagination scout

How am I going to yell anything

When I can’t even tell a thing

Like I am looking at the sun

And watching it burn

My eyes are turning red

And I am not even letting my blood shed

but it is hurting me like hell

like am caged in a burning cell

every word I wrote that turned into ash

everywhere I went to they said it’s a trash

yet I kept on writing till it hurts my bone

in hope that one day

it would become somebodies hope of ray

and attain immortality like art carved in stone.

By Krishna Yelnure