I cannot breath in that cold foggy room
Of my own crumbled thoughts.
My heart beat rises in fear
My lungs protests for air to fill ,
And my body went numb.
My mind runs, and screams
Down the alleys and dens of my brain,
Of hidden memories and pains .
Still I am stacked between two world--
Still fall victim of my own sole self,
You, her ,them and others all o'er,
With your cold glair, with her cruel frown and their screams ,.._feeling my mind.
Numbing it even more, draining out my air..
I can't protest anymore,
Oh Heavenly white approaching mu sence.
No light, no sound, no song echo at my heart.
The poison it seems worked at last....
( depression is becoming a real concerns during covid pandemic, please keep yourself emotionally healthy)
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My heart's content
Poetrya short collection of my feelings in prosaic verse. type -subjective tone- mostly elegiac form and rhythm- free verse with no specific rhythm , experimental Short story, Essay, and letters.
