I still want to float into a flowery dreamland
But
All I have is hurt
A pain that hurts my skin, my nails, my hair and
The bottom of my sole
It makes me want to stay in a pile
Instead
My looks like that of a mad woman
Consumed in the fury
The anger
It makes me pull my hair and knit it
into angry little knots
The knots drop into my chest
And I am choking
with painful tears!!
It is the disquiet-
It makes me awake
Sweaty with nightmares
My skin pale
I want to run, that my feet would hurt and not my heart
Disquiet beating heart
Wanting to scream and tear gates
of tears
and blood
Pain
I am hurt and I want to scream
My guts out
That my ears deafen
That, for a moment
I will forget
I live in a world with people
Who breathe
Who shake the earth as they move
Who sing in dance
Which world is that?
And the disquiet
Makes me awake
For my questions remain unanswered
The frenzy in it!!
This is my letter to you
This is where you left me
Even flowers turn into monstrous frost
Cold and white
Just like my heart.
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