Saturday, April 29, 2017

Pebble

This sadness inside me,
it's like a pebble.
Hard and cold, but small.
I can carry it around,
without much trouble,
in my fist sized heart.
Yet sometimes,
it rattles against my very bones,
this pebble,
causing such a din
that I can't hear much else.

1 comment:

Chandni Singh said...

Perfect!