Enough

Walking into the desert
With pure sand in sight.
A dreadful feeling, a rush for life
rumpus emerged into the body,
an oasis was found to purge
my worries.

But what did I find?
As stagnate nature,
it was just a burglar who stole my emotion.

It made the place stale,
an immutable feeling.
A grip of blood on teh ground and
I found myself, bleeding.

But I must inhume the shodow,
And this immortal kind of pa in.
And forget the burglar who took up piece of myself
I must open my umbrella in the middle of the rain.