Tuesday, 1 October 2013


His indifference
Recreates a queer
Painting of pain.
In my spirit
I live a little more.
My body fades,
wishes to live less.
His absence
mars my existence.
I sink in the sea
Poisoned with ache.
Heart shrinks
With fears
I break down
In despair.
With games
Folks Play
Thin lines
Between physical
And emotional
Mind wanders
To seek
He feeds my demons
To play games
Instead of enduring
Should I walk away
To part ways
Or walk closer
To belive
Its not fake.
It will not betray
My hopes & dreams
I had seen & believed
I shall live them
With each stab
Im losing track
Of life, of love
Of hope, of cures.

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