The Sour Curd

Memories started running wildBody transformed to a childFearful, afraid, in its cocoon stillUnhappily working on others will Speechless to every human around'Zero excuses, mistakes none to be found'Responsible like an adult would sound'Yes' carried a meaning profound Religiously followed society rulesNever questioned, stood like fools Always being compared to others  Did silence bothered these butchers? Killing dreams with vindictive wordsThe young carefully… Continue reading The Sour Curd