Your words are choking me.
They are slowly killing me.
The pain in my heart is severe.
Your words are ringing continuously in my ears.
Can't you see my vulnerable state I bear?
I request you to stop.
But your voice is not listening.
Your words are chemicals,
Which made me numb.
It will never end for years.
Still, I request you to stop.
Your words are dangerous.
You think them as a fragrance.
Your words are venom.
Intake one time.
Kills you thousand times.
Dagger of words stabbed by you.
Instead of giving pain, it made me numb.
Tears are freeze,
By your icy cold words.
Its chillness is spread throughout the body.
The heart is beating.
But feeling nothing.
It's your words that made me stand on a high platform.
And you are still standing on the same platform.
For this, I want to thank you.
But I want to slap you, kill you,
For destroying the time which is meant for creating memories for the whole lifetime.
YOU ARE READING
Paroxysm
PoetryEvery poem has its own meaning. Every poem is written with emotion stored in heart.
