To Breathe I Spend - Visitor's Poem

by Usha
(United Kingdom )

To breathe I spend

To live I spend

My pocket has a hole

scared is the soul

none came to me

I wondered the wonder

Is this a life

How could I be a Psyche

The spring all over again

Flowers all around and the

surface became smooth as it was rough

Shined a star in the sky

An arrow flashed by

Truth appears not to be disappeared

Stood a witness to a false life

And my death mocked at the same sight.