Destitute

a poem by Shruti Vellody

Teardrops flow,
whispered cares float.
Forgotten loves fall,
Only bodies standing tall.
Souls speak,
but empty space hears.
There remains only ‘fear’!
Dreams are dreamt,
and livetimes spent.
Feelings feel,
but people ‘steal’!
The wind blows,
it whispers ‘your not real’,
you may come, you may go!!

But yet I wait!!