A Poem Poem by tej Singh

‘Sweetest fruit come

Quenching parched,
Now cleave
Now join -
So as I grasp

And gasp for air beneath
Life’s heaviness adrift
As your weight drops to lift

Me in and out from my mind
As the ups and downs I see
Of how you pour deep into me
When numbness I can’t find

Lower down to where I fall
With words you may not know
The part of me that I can’t see
The you my heart makes grow’

~IW~ From – Idiot Writing