Misdiagnosed Poem by Parth Bhatia

Misdiagnosed



Visit a doctor, they said.
I'd miss her.
I'd cry.
Weep.
Scream.

I tried to find her.
In soaring clouds,
In shooting stars,
In empty rooms,
In romantic books.
Anthropomorphism, he said.

I'd listen to her voice,
In gushing wind,
In chirping birds,
In melodious songs,
In busy crowds.
Anacusis, he exclaimed.

I tried to hold,
Her fragile fingers,
Her wild heart,
Her divine soul,
Her irristible body.
Love, the doctor sighed.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,pain
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