Grief Poem by arsmitha khanna

Grief...
Dark the whole world seems to me,
And thoughts so grey...
Desolate sorrows upon sorrows piles,
Not able to bear, my heart whines!

Thoughts catch me unawares,
Sheer, dreadful thoughts indeed;
At the slightest provocation,
Rip out consideration and judgement,
Leaving behind a pain,
Almost sensual in its excruciation,
And trembles that rock the heart.

Pain, sheer pain....
Deliberate, slow and torturing,
Hidden behind every shadow;
Thoughts so wicked and twisted,
Claw at the soul -
The welts of which bleed,
Not from the eye, but from the heart;
And contortions of being,
Seemingly unaware of the smite of recollection,
That flays the living memory with vicious joy;
My heart would crumble unnoticed,
Before the torment of the mutilated conscience;

The pain almost physical, abstract,
Eluding elucidation,
Far above comprehension -
Of my wailing moans and teary face...
INTENSE -
Numb- the decrepitated remains of my conscience!
Numb- the smouldering crevices of my mind!