The Ruptured Soul

I thought, how will I deal with you,

Along with the problems rotating around

My mind and heart, rupturing in my head,

Flowing with the blood to my heart and then,

Coming out from my eyes as tears, invisible to everyone here,

Including you!

While I was trying to succeed in hiding my painful cries,

I realized that there is no one to notice it,

To hear it or even to judge it,

Feel it or even to give me a hand to

Escape through it

Or if someone tried to reach me,

Their hands always went short!

And when I pinched myself to let me out of

This terrible dream,

I found myself in a black dark room,

Full of negativity and sounds of those

Demons who were there to laugh,

Laugh at my poor soul, calling me out

To become like them and the voice of my mom,

Trying to console me, but those demons jailed my mom's voice

And I,

I continued to be in the black hole,

With the echoes of negativity!

Now, I tried to move out of the dark room,

Which was a real difficult task,

As my hands were tied by ropes of hell,

Bought by those demons, but somehow

I managed to come out, alone, but then,

My eyes were not able to adjust in the bright side!

And the light, being the queen

Of attitude, the blanket of ego did not welcome me or allowed me in,

But accused me of being miserable,

And I, being a failure, drowned with energy, listened to the light,

Fearlessly!