• dhrubotaraa 10w

    The blackened heart

    And he cursed me for my blackened heart.
    And shunned me for my tears.
    He forgot that he was my pillar of strength.
    And shield to all my fears.
    My wall, my fall, my high, my low, my everything was he.
    My joy was his to snatch and taste, but my holes he could not see.
    I run, I crawl, I stumble and crumble, and struggle to find my poise.
    My mirror is cracked and laughs at me and my screams devoid a voice.
    He looks down and dares to ask me of where my positivity has gone.
    But doesn't he know I am that Black Hole from where his life breath is drawn?
    ©dhrubotaraa