.... Poem by Anamika Goswami

My battered blood soaked heart is the price I paid,
knowing the truth of every lie you said.
That's when the infection set in,
truth can not exist in the essence of a lie.
I'm left damned and yearning,
slighted and burning.

I've a fever in my chest and I sweat like the pouring rain;
Sick and disgusted, it would seem that love is my bane,
who else would be to blame?
Such a seedy chance that I took,
I've torn my lips on a treble hook.

I only want to be loved and love in return;
Instead I get singed and burn.
I sit here dejected with my head in my hands;
Drowning in bottomless sands.