Drowning in my self inflicting prison of misery
I lie hurt nursing my wounds of battle.
A battle for time, a battle of needs, a battle of unending loneliness,
the pining, the longing and a part of each other.
The distance of hearts and the bodies,
driving a wedge through the darkest pit of souls.
I gasp for it , a drop of it , I beg for it, a tiny show of attention,
medicine for a wounded heart, sleep for a broken soul.
Chaos in my soul turning my heart, black,
not wanting to be torn apart I strung the shattered pieces together.
I see no end but a scare deep within
of the hurricane that time brings.
World has seen it all and not all have held it so long
in misery I find my cruel companion.
only way ahead is acting strong.
– Sunit Guldas