Isolation
Hey! Is that the sound of a drop of water?
Creating an almost silent patter
My broken heart, that I always offered on a platter,
Says, I've stopped long back, so it really doesn't matter
Yes, your senses are working and you are a living being
But what's this life, devoid of any meaning
Saying this, my brain laughs, hiding a tear
The silence haunts me, and I see that nobody is near
My eyes see clearly, every sight
But can't discern the difference between day and night
I can't understand if I have friends or foes around
Am I anchored, or have I run aground?
I think I should learn keep my mouth shut
Swallow every feeling and not reveal much
Else it would be darkness that I would always be getting
Even death then, would seem like a blessing
So here I am on my knees, begging forgiveness
Bound and humiliated, hiding my nakedness
Kick me aside and walk with your head held high
This doormat will not even sigh
Copyright © Manoj Kumar | Year Posted 2016
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