Broken Soul

Broken Soul short poem

Uploaded by Arpita Mukherjee

Broken and battered here I lie,
Seeking freedom from the unseen cuffs,
Tranquilizers and sedatives heal me no more,
Numbness is what my heart longs for,
Numbness is what my heart longs for.

Travelling through this barren lands,
Seems ages I have just spend,
Drained and washed in tears of blood,
Numbness is what my heart longs for.

Now breathing this air of intoxication,
Suffocation is what only prevails in me,
Tormented and drenched till the end,
Numbness is what I long for !!

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I am an Engineering Graduate immersed in the love of literature. Words bring colour to my emotions and help me describe the inner me. Writing is the inseparable part of me.
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Randall Smith

Your poem takes me on a trip with you and makes me want to cry for you.


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