Melting into soundless oblivion,
Grabbing the edges, yet you bruise my fingers,
Steady and merciless as the sinking sand,
You trampled on my soul, feet clad in heavy boots,
Gripped my neck, strangled my insides out of me,
I needed emotion to feel alive, the emotion you killed,
Now I'm sunken in the dark hollows of no soul,
Ironic, I believed our broken halves would make a whole,
Honestly, in my heart, you ripped a thousand holes,
The sun shone on me, but now, even the sunshine felt cold.
~© Dishashree Swain
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Into The Black Hole
PoetrySometimes, pain becomes peace. Eureka! He's an oxymoron.It's been almost over eleven months; six months when it got way too critical, but I've been evolving and growing up out of it. It means much less to me now, and again, it keeps reminding me th...
