There's nothing being more tragic.......

A feeble heart suffering from the crucible,
of frightening, dread and despair,
feeling hopeful as it see a hope of relief,
it falls into another misery ----
being rubbed salt to its wounds
It is not tough enough
blood is gushing from its artery as usual
just like what the cloud does when it cannot stand its weight

Not being consolated it is tore into pieces
by both of the attack and the constant worry
so exhausted is this crumblings that
it has to sleep now
to make a wish
hoping the salt crystals will not be lying on the wounds
when I wake up in the next day