Your wild thoughts break my heart
Words strewn across the table
That laps me up in a grievous storm
Shredding me inside a vicious dorm
My heart, my soul-
And oh, there goes my being into it
Until I become nought.
But still the storm brews
Engulfing, shredding and piercing
And yet there remains one:
P-A-I-N
The word that makes me hollow
The thing that eats me out
Leaving anything but a large hole
Until I become just invisible
And I feel anything but numb
Ah, there's my pleasure,
The art of becoming invisible.
©️Saramitra
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