It was a cumbersome
night
And I woke up with
the same nag of thoughts
My mind was still
there, stuck,
Not relieved by the
sleep, not even an inch
His memory, still
stung like a bee
And with a swelling
this time
It has started to
show on my skin!
I cry in the bathroom
and the gallery
To vent out or try so
at least,
He never liked me on
my own you see,
And now his memories
ensure the agony
Such is my own Catastrophe!!
