No, I’m not okay
My soul has frayed
Now the whole world, appears grey
When the sun set
When bets became debts
My eyes would leak of my heart
A heart which now beats with fractured parts
Now when the storm comes
When hail falls in tonnes
My eyes remain dry
Because I have no tears left in me to cry
Every bit of work
All the sleepless nights
Every defiled dirk
All amounted to a grave that will be visited with no invite.
