I am broken.
Never wanted from sleep to be wakened.
In loneliness, I am drowning.
Broken heart pieces are hurting,
The soul is bleeding.
Words are broken glass pieces.
Spread on the path,
every step hurting.
Actions are the knife,
stabbed my heart a thousand times.
Feelings are lost,
the soul can't feel anything at last.
I am trying hard to fight with the past.
I am trying to move on.
The mind is chained by a demon named, ' Past'
It had turned my heart to stone.
Waiting under the bed,
for the loneliness demon to go away.
Finding a way,
to bring back the dead soul.
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Paroxysm
PoetryEvery poem has its own meaning. Every poem is written with emotion stored in heart.
