I used to have words
I could write them
through my fingers
with a rhythm
of my heart
of my life
it feels words, too,
gone far
from my reach ..
this struggle
i bear inside
i no longer can narrate
with feelings of my words!
i see so many people
around
all
over
me ..
yet i no longer feel the empathy
of hearts
or
companionship of my words
it hurts
it aches within!
all my efforts
all my struggle
seems to go in vain ..
glasses get broken
so many people
with broken heart
broken limb, empty soul
it feels nothing heals
people come
and go..
sometimes, people stay
to change their colours
their patterns
with each passing day
yet, no words seem to soothe anything
so maybe it
an end to all of beginning
of this slaughter
martyrdom of hearts and passions
this, maybe the
beginning of my freedom
reviving through
my words
and this story!
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC
I used to have words
I could write them
through my fingers
with a rhythm
of my heart
of my life
it feels words, too,
gone far
from my reach ..
this struggle
i bear inside
i no longer can narrate
with feelings of my words!
i see so many people
around
all
over
me ..
yet i no longer feel the empathy
of hearts
or
companionship of my words
it hurts
it aches within!
all my efforts
all my struggle
seems to go in vain ..
glasses get broken
so many people
with broken heart
broken limb, empty soul
it feels nothing heals
people come
and go..
sometimes, people stay
to change their colours
their patterns
with each passing day
yet, no words seem to soothe anything
so maybe it
an end to all of beginning
of this slaughter
martyrdom of hearts and passions
this, maybe the
beginning of my freedom
reviving through
my words
and this story!
