An Eerie Sadness

By Nidhi Narayan

Since when have I strived for change?

The billion needles pinching right through my veins

The hurt, the pain, it persists

Running forever to escape the burn

Yet my soul welcomes the agony

The horror returns when I close my eyes

Seeing myself lying, lifeless like a cold rotten bag of fruits

Ready to be thrown away

I ache to see an escape, there is none!

Feeling like a hollow log, stale and half-dead

The void inside me, the scars on my skin, the fire in my heart

Like a black hole collapsing into itself

Tears roll down my eyes like a cold rain on a snowy winter

My breathe trembles and shivers through blood dripping from my arm

If I cut myself enough times, maybe the earth would swallow me

Like an insect in a Venus Flytrap

My own shadow mocks me for the love I give

The irony becomes a subjective truth

The hate I feel for myself embarks the cause for death

I fool my soul into living, for I have died a million times

By Nidhi Narayan