Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2011
there is a silent boom

that paves through the bones which I call “mine”

the vision I use, blurs
and the heart sputters

I think that maybe
it will not start again

that maybe this is it

that the blood will finally slow
and stop

that the skin that holds me in will cool
and harden

that the eyes I see out of will glaze over
but not leak

that I will exit
only to enter
somewhere new.
ⓒ wordswithmypulse
Written by
HR B  29/F
(29/F)   
617
   Shashank Virkud
Please log in to view and add comments on poems