What Kills Me?

By Neelisha Barfa

And maybe it's my cold heart 

that wraps me in warmth

and maybe it's melting apart,

That kills me in all ways.

And maybe it's my petty wish 

that keeps me in pain 

and maybe it's coming true,

That kills me in all ways. 

And maybe it's my vile end

that keeps me alive 

and maybe it's starting soon, 

That kills me in all ways.

And maybe it's my poetry

that keeps me sane 

and maybe it's getting pale, 

That kills me in all ways.

By Neelisha Barfa