It is persistent, the pain
When will it take leave?
The thought of it goes in vain
As another pang attacks, making me grieve
No amount of oxygen is enough
To aid my lungs
A deep breath only stirs a drop of water
Falling, tasting salty, on my tongue
If anything has left,
It is the physiological needs of my body
Food does not fill the wounds, its depth,
Water is never enough to hydrate my body
My head plays your words on repeat
It has become a mere tape recorder
Rewind, play, repeat
Each time, hitting me harder
The continual twinge worsens
Knowing you’re never ever coming back
Acceptance is something that my body
stopped comprehending
Long ago, now how do I get out of this crazy
trap?
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