Un(en)titled As Yet

January 5, 2017 by Usha Pisharody 2 Comments

Plucking formless shapes
From the angst within
Giving them names
Fond, obsessive-

You’re by far the favourite.

I tell that particular
Jagged shard
With his name on it.

You shall forever be
Impaled in my heart.
Try as I might
I know I’ll never
Be safe, without you.

To let you go,
Would bleed me
Lifeless.

And with you-
Within-
That slow poison
Of your affectation
Would consume
Any life

I could own.

And yet, Am I?
Am I not?

I am lost.
Without you.

5 January, 2017

Online, because them words demand my attention 🙂