Her pain broke my soul
and brought my heart to its knees.
A fear she created within me,
one that will never cease.
I scream out aloud,
but without any sound.
I have a hundred questions,
but she will never answer even one.
It feels like I cannot breathe,
even when I can feel the wind.
My soul does not want to move,
even when my body feels the urge.
Her pain is so deep,
I can feel my soul being cut,
and it stands still, wanting no escape,
because she is holding the knife.
She thinks I moved on,
but she will never see that I am stuck.
My days and life move forward,
but my soul stays where she once was.
I wish she never stands in my place,
as she wouldn't bear the pain like I do.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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