To live ...

It was hard to live. Even though I pass by my friend Scared A silent person separating me in front of me The line of sight turns into gaze Like a cold winter river Without touching Looking from afar I was good alone I feel lonely I was going to forget it Even after ten years In those days when I was at that moment I look lonely to see me Abused Like a kept dog There is no collar Being scratched terribly Only the rest remains Even if the wound heals I will not forget the pain But the picture helped me Even the words helped me The instinct trying to live is Rolling the thick skin of the mind now I became a new one I do not know how to pray It does not matter Even going living Not scary Warm warmth Because it is on the side ... The poet ~ Now person ...