Catastrophe

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!!