Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Can It Be Described?


My heart is isolated
I am in pain with nothing to gain
So much of grief will probably kill me
Though still I never end up being dead
Have been lucky so far as I am still alive.
It feels like I am destroyed even though nothing has happened
This sorrow is going to take me away with it
Now my emotions will disappear
When senses vanish then what happens?
Can it be described in words?
Only some words remain then and those include hurt
It kills you actually.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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