Burying a Tormented Verse

A lonely figure on the road
on a nameless journey
Pausing, hoping, wishing
to find the meaning.

Life has passed, like a car
on the other lane
A dot that disappeared
lost between the dusty roads.

A dewdrop clings to the leaf
So beautiful, we say
If only its cry could pierce
Our blinding ineptitude

Who cares who I am
when I don’t
Does you existance have to
be substantiated?