My heart sinks to treacherous depths.
It plunges but wants to be free.
I’m shackled, helpless and can’t catch my breath.
My emotions stir like cold, stormy seas.
So many secrets lie buried deep inside.
I’m trapped in this infernal nightmare.
Endless days I’ve sobbed and cried
just for a fleeting relief from the despair.
What will happen if things get out…
It’s something which terrifies me.
I thrash in my sleep, scream and shout!
Far away is where I wish to be.
But the tentacles of rot slither so deep,
squeezing out every ray of light.
They say what you’ve sown is what you’ll reap.
Darkness replaces things heavenly and light.
The burden of secrets… things clandestine,
misplaced sense of loyalty takes their toll.
There isn’t no balm, salve or medicine
to heal a decaying and putrid soul.
- By Meenakshi Dwivedi
BIO
Meenakshi is a Doctor by profession and lives in the U.K. She is married to medic as well. She enjoys spending time with her two children and going for long walks with her dog. She started writing during the pandemic and has found it enjoyable.
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