Therapy Session #2

Therapist : “I feel like I'm falling?”
                   Why do you feel that way ?

Protagonist :

I feel I've fallen from grace.
My karma appears imminent.
I have conceded to my self-destruction.
My sadness,my comfort.
April took its greatest toll.
With a heavy heart and tired eyes.
Twenty-five days like counting numbers.
Twenty-eight years of skimming through chapters.
Trying to find myself.
and nestled deep within
is an unwavering discomfort.
A vile dose of masochism.
My natural endorphins could not surmount its will.
I am but a broken will
the elegance of a fractured mind
I would neither reach out
nor call out your name
its whom I'm bound to
by blood and spirit
To carry on for eternity
The place I used to call Home,
has failed to be a bed to me
part of me stayed to tend to that garden
the latter withered away emphatically
to us , we do compromise
I birthed a whole new life into this
her misty eyes conceals the truth
yet she can stand the rain
 all I required was
love requited
the wishes of a dying star
to love
and be loved.
stay in my arms if you should dare
my hues would never change for you
tell me something
before they put me in this coffin
for I am pervaded by langour
of chasing butterflies
of chasing ideas
And so I succumb
to the forces that be
my mortality stares back at me
in ascension to find the impossible…..
Your Heart.