Numbed to silence

Numbed to silence short poem

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Wrapping arms around myself,
I sit down mutely,
Numbed by a pain,
Spreading through me.

A gnawing pain radiates,
With a sting of words,
Hurled thoughtlessly,
Locking me in a maze.

Words that cut through,
Causing a throbbing pain so intense
That spreads in me like cancer,
Choking me with no respite.

I coil into a shell,
To silence my heart,
Caught in a web,
Of echoes in my soul.

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Laya Sarath

I sometimes feel very hard to comment on your lines ..they are so strong that it makes me read again and again….keep going geeemmee…


You are gifted…don’t stop.

ammu sachariah

Impressing…….interesting .

Sheena Mathew

It was a nice read! I could relate to it..

Viswas Menon

As per Body Language postures….Wrapping arms around oneself itself is an act of shielding oneself from the outside world ……you have added to that muteness…numbness…pain …sting…locking …spreading…cancer and echo….wow….so well written with intensity….thanks for sharing…regards


So well compiled in today’s chaotic life


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