Fallen Poem by Sneha Murali

Is this some kind of sick illusion
that's playing with my soul soo weak
cut and bleeding over and over again
tortures too inhuman to speak

Undoing the bandage covering my wound
and watching blood gush out of it
this wound's in my soul, not my body
still, only i know how hard i was hit

Walking on pins and needles to survive
not caring how much it really hurts
cos my soul's numbed up, cant feel the pain
sadness and happiness both feels the same

Hugging my pillow for comfort i cry
still not able to get up and try
some sick illusion's still blinding me
and my soul is lost in it's open seas

Like poison venom injected in my veins
killing me slowly but surely too
alas! i know not what i can do
but withstand the tortures happening to me


Copyright © 2009 by Sneha Murali