Poem 83.Black


Sorrows and helplessness
attacks  on all days
fills the mind whole
then burst,nothing more.

When hurt inside deep
with words or mere a look
the depth of wound you cant
assess with just a peep .

Bleeding mind, unseen pain
makes the breath difficult
no sound comes from mouth
try so hard you do.

Suffocation when out of control
sounds come from chest
so strong in the form of cough
leave you shaky breathless .

Dead inside almost,the mind,
Yet you expect light in eyes,
a smile on face?  ha..human dear,
Just in black and more black.....


Mary said...

A lot of sadness in this poem. I do know there are sometimes deep hurts that people cannot see. I hope that inside there are feelings of happiness too. Glad you are sharing your poetry. Writing helps! Peace.

Tanya Sehgal said...

Wow! A very rhythmic poem. Excellent piece. Nice visiting your blog :)

Anonymous said...

I couldnt have said it any better to be honest! keep up the awesome work. You are very talented & I only wish I could write as good as you do :) …

Daydreamertoo said...

Very sad. We do try to hide that which hurts us the most, don't we? Until maybe we are forced to take a longer look and see why we still hurt r, still hold onto it and, sometimes it can also bring about our downfall if we can't stop it.
I 'feel' this Rashmi. Very good imagery. Thanks for visiting my bog :)

Anonymous said...

An interesting discussion is worth comment. I think that you should write more on this topic, it might not be a taboo subject but generally people are not enough to speak on such topics. To the next. Cheers