A drop of sweat

Trickled down his forehead

On a warm sunny afternoon

He twisted and turned

In his bed 

Looking blankly at the fan rotating above

There was an eerie silence in the air

Though not unusual

Thousands of thoughts

Running in his mind

Yet he was so calm outside

That nobody could guess

The storm building inside of him

From days or maybe months

He kept the secret safe in his heart

Dying each day, each moment in the process

But how could he betray his own

It was getting difficult now

Afterall how much can a little heart hold

So he did what he knew best

Pulled out a pen and wrote down the story of his life

And even though he bared it all

There was no one who could see 

the hidden words he had slipped in between

Once again he was back at the bed

On a warm sunny afternoon

Thousands of thoughts 

Running in his mind

And like everyday the loop continues!