Hopeless

Hopeless

by: Maisa Bela Tawakalni

Your little fingers clash with the harshness of life,

Your bare feet mingle with the hot asphalt,

The scorching sun burns,

Street dust seems to be a familiar friend,

Desolate, gloomy, and full of despair.

Far away without a clue,

Going after impossibilities,

Lost in the noise,

Full of crowdedness that is increasingly felt.

Thousands of dreams buried with time,