Blue Days

By Harshita Mishra

Out of dying ,

 Out of crying,

at the sea

 by the shore

I left a piece of me wherever I go

 thus I believe you still have

a piece of me ,holding on to,

clenching it so hard

 making me sore –

I fall  as I try to run 

my eyes  covered in dread

your  hands filled with blood

I end up crying 

 I end up dying

 on the sea shore

By Harshita Mishra