The pain engulfed, suffocating will
The sky stared in the ironic disposition
I stared back in agony, why me , why now
Cold mixed with a pain, the grains of frustration sprouted

Walking, the tears fading amidst the rainy drops
Each step putting the goosebumps on the spine
Was I just running , rushing for the job
The turtle pace is all that left for me to hold

How is fragile life , given the one chance to live
We are not treasuring the hours, the years under sun
Till destiny obliging, pinning to the wall, leaving to hang
Helplessly waving limbs in air, like the insects in the entomology collection.. 

realization comes to ring the bell
Of wasting energy on silly thing that unimportant

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Tair Zairov