A collection of some poems

Breathe

I heave a sigh.

But it is not one of relief

" Show me the way " I say

But no one is there to help

.

Everyone is with their yolks,

Each one with his own burden.

The society is ailing,

With no hope for a cure

.

" Breathe ", I try to tell my fainting self

But the yolk of mine and the society,

Is choking me out.

And like that,

The faintest light of hope

Is forever extinguished.