I looked at the rain drop,
That hit the window,
That rain drop shriveled,
As if it was a fig,

Which was exactly,
What I wanted to do...


Everything outside of the window,
Looked like,
A blur,
As the car drove fast

The rain drops,
Blended in with,
Variety of leafs,
Making the rain drops look like the color...

Red,
This reminded me of blood…

Which I was least eager,
To think about,
In fact that was the exact thing,
That got me into this,
Fumble…

I felt a tear,
Swelling,
Then it slowly drizzled,
Down my cheek

“Why,
Why me?”


I thought of all the things,
I left behind,
My family,
My friends,
My town I once lived in,
Since I was a baby,
All distance memories

My life,
Will start all knew,
But I knew everything,
That haunted me will come back,
And brouhaha will form

In till then,
I must rebuild,
What I messed up

“This is my stop,"
The yellow door,
Slanted open..

I was blinded,
But not only from the sun light, But also from my senses,
For only my,
Heart shall lead the way…