More Pain

I am sitting at the centre of the abandoned street on a stormy night, searching up the darkish sky, and I let the water droplet drain the entire ache I am feeling.

It feels like pain has become my shadow.

I lay my beckon on the ground of the rusty and prickly road, and my eyes are nevertheless searching up the darkish sky.

Tears are mixing with water, passing through my pores and skin, and sinking into the coronary heart of the mother of earth. ‘

Where will this life take me now?’ I requested my almighty

‘Am I going to live my life like this continually alone? I requested it again.

"Words are now not coming out of my mouth; however, I understand my cry is reaching his ear.

'I know that my god is listening to me; however, once more, why is he not doing something for me?’ My unconsciousness was requested again.

‘Does God additionally hate me?’ Again, my unconscious asked.

But again, why would he hate his very own child?’ I thought.

‘No, he is the kindest in the world. He will