Written by: priti bhosale

There is hole in my sole  
Makes my feet meet the street. 
It’s a strange feeling to be yelling 
But receiving not even as much as a flinch 

My clothes droop off of me
Like a skeleton I be
It’s appalling, the heat
Of the agonizing screams

My luggage is eternal
Of the dust, I’ll never loose
It’s calming to see
The greedy flee 

My memory intrigues 
Like the labyrinth it spins 
It’s boggling to be
The only one, who sees

My companion is you 
If you choose to be
It’s scary to me
To know, you’ll never see

The beauty of me, just me