The Final Pain

I am living under the Ash,

Still living bone hit my back.

Its hurt, Its pain

I am under no stress and strain.

But sometimes the Ash feel like a corpse rain.

 

I dare to taste,

The blood of a devil saint.

It hit my back again,

I crawl inside the Ash, as same

And feeling again of no stress and strain.

 

I wish to god,

To end my crawling walk.

I tried with fan and rope,

Also, chemicals in juicy hope.

Still, I am trying in substantial hope.

 

I shout as a Blue whale,

To get my mom or common krait.

But god ignores and push me back,

To live under the same Ash.

To fell the bone hit on my fragile back.

-Abhay K