poetry

Flatline

Healing happens in waves
Voids don’t fill so easy; and
Homes aren’t rebuilt in a day

Strangers come, strangers go
Conversations and laughter
Don’t numb the radio silence
And the sound of static
Emotion canvas
Painted in black
No edges, no shades
None of the contours

Staring out of the window
Our eyes meet but
My soul doesn’t speak
Dormant, docile
Afraid to be hurt again
Wounds that still bleed
Empty breaths

Every morning
Brings the same sunrise
North wind that brings winter
Three seasons go by
Days change as the pages
In a calendar
With every hour, I feel lesser
Afraid to die
On the Inside
Cancer of the emotions
Takes every little feeling away

Hugs, kisses
Warmth and cuddles
Sex and human touch
As if to bring to life
For a brief second, only
To send it back to the same flatline

Faking happiness at Happy Hours
Not knowing where’d you rather be
I guess it’s like I say,
Healing happens in waves
Voids don’t fill so easy; and
Homes aren’t rebuilt in a day