SURVIVING
voice
His hair , his clothes
His soul , his flaws
All drenched from tip to toes
From the downpour of cold rain
Or perhaps from the teary cries of pain
Running through the tall lifeless structures
Bare foot struggling , creating bleeding sculptures
The sound of thunder grew louder
Inside storm igniting like a " gun powder "
with the blurry vision in this cold night
He sped towards nowhere in his sight
Clutched at his torso , heartbeat crossing scale
Tried to steady his breaths , but not to avail
Tiny stones dug their way into his skin
As he fell on the ground , left his tongue cursing
Closing his eyes , he raised his face
Towards the charcoal sky framed in haze
Each drop of rain falls onto his bruised face
Let out a sigh , started rushing through the estates
His steps trembles with fear ,
Hearing ambulance sirens , a crowd appears
Rain , slick roads , cars , human error
Accident that was waiting to happen
His soul fluttered ,
No words he muttered
When he saw himself on the road laying shattered