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.