My Bastion
I am chasing a tight track
My bastion behind me
Being fired to the ground
Consecutively running
You can't see that
The way is getting dark
I'm too much tired
I have nowhere to break
Can you hear my breath?
I'm vanishing away,
Yelling in tacit
Can you save my way?
Copyright © Imran Nazeer | Year Posted 2021
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