Strangulated Love Poem by Anurag Talukdar

Love, now there is none.
The remnants too have been wiped out.
Only some memories play on,
That leaches onto my soul.
Often I wish to disappear,
And start anew.
But empathy soars deep within me,
And I abandon my flight of freedom.
But empathy is not love.
So I live on,
Alone,
And waiting for the depths of hell.
Make no mistake,
I deserve no heaven,
But I feel hell will be a better place,
Than to live a life with strangulated love.