Drifting Poem by Vishal Sharma

The sting, the burn drags on and on
As my face flaunts red, blue and pink
I feel as if in minutes I will be gone
Although now the pain is beginning to
shrink
I feel so far, far away, somehow I am
the moon at dawn
Lights flash so bright but they have no
link
Right now all I can do is think
How far away I have become
My lungs fill up, but somehow remain
hollow
I remain here just to wallow in my own
petty sorrow
My heart beats much to slow
I take a deep breath before I drift away
My soul is moving on, at the right
steady flow
I hear weeping but see no pain
Just tears of shame lie over my cold,
dead body