36.4k views
5 votes
And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open.

User Shy Agam
by
8.3k points

1 Answer

3 votes
This is very painful. But this is what many people feels
User Ktsangop
by
8.5k points