Agony Of Mind Poem by Zainab Ak

This feeling in my heart; so heavy
A stone placed upon it; firmly
Abrading with each catastrophe
Further sharpening it's coarse edges; making it grey and spiky
Moves, as if to adjust itself with each striking thought; synchronously
To adjust or to endure the sore musings; I wonder intently
I think it doesn't want me to feel, doesn't want me to think anymore; yearningly
And so to shield, it stings; unintentionally
I feel some crumbles piercing the clenched walls of my stomach; I hear them cry
Complaining, what is it behind the radiant masked smile? what tune is my shadow dancing upon? What is it that I feel exactly?
Everything yet nothing, I retort; in agony