Numbness

Tuesday, August 18, 2015 0 Comments

If I can pen my innermost feelings,
The turmoil of emotions inside,
The train of thoughts rushing,
I gazed at my lifeless reflection.

Like a knife slicing slowly,
Leaving in its wake a red trail,
The numbness of pain,
I thought with my impaired heart.

Between the state of wake and sleep,
The tears drained and dried,
Hands reaching out for support,
I saw the vision fading away.

viji suresh

Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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At one, I learnt crawling was fun. At forty one, I still feel crawling is fun #blamemykneesnotme