7 Wounds Poem by Vishal Sharma

if i open up my brain nerves
and spread it all across the globe
half of the muscles have your name
the other half held your memories

my retina has lost its cons
you were the colour it was addicted
my eyeballs have lost what you call light
my sensory nerves collapsed to blind spot

you were the words i spoke
your sentiments were my alphabet
i lost my language and my voice
i am a deaf with no choice

your songs that were sugar to my ears
has melted there for forever
now even the most soulful music
is a stand still malacholy for me

you were the knife i was playing with
you were the danger i was unaware of
playing with my sensory organs
you gifted me some eternal painful moments


my heart beats just for the world
inside i am dying with a razor
your last words slashed up my heart
your last look burnt my emotions


baby these are the 7 wounds i got
it was the return gift you gave
my adjective may treat you well
my heart knows you are worse than the hell