Heartbroken, sleepless, sick, and sad
I touch the nib of my pen on this white paper
Hoping to write timeless poetry from
the perfect ingredients I sought
In my loveless days,
Yet, I struggle to pen down
the thoughts,
O, my Muse! the dispenser of my woes
Have I offended you by breaking vows?
I implore you to return my solitary days,
This feeling is unbearable,
Heavy,
And mind-numbing,
Now, I know what I craved for
is poison,
It's nothing like the film, books, tv shows, and other
audio-visuals,
But like, someone has punctured the knife in the palm
and slowly taking it towards the shoulders,
to the chest,
to the whole body.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
Heartbroken, sleepless, sick, and sad
I touch the nib of my pen on this white paper
Hoping to write timeless poetry from
the perfect ingredients I sought
In my loveless days,
Yet, I struggle to pen down
the thoughts,
O, my Muse! the dispenser of my woes
Have I offended you by breaking vows?
I implore you to return my solitary days,
This feeling is unbearable,
Heavy,
And mind-numbing,
Now, I know what I craved for
is poison,
It's nothing like the film, books, tv shows, and other
audio-visuals,
But like, someone has punctured the knife in the palm
and slowly taking it towards the shoulders,
to the chest,
to the whole body.
