Tossed away in life’s high and low tides,
Innumerable times I must have died,
Not physically but always emotionally,
Not clever enough to prevent it totally.
I tumble, I crumble and then crash,
Heart is burning, there is no trace of ash,
In the heap of rubbish I feel like a trash,
Wilted as nostalgia emerges in flash.
I let loose my tears when no one is around,
My scream is silent but my sighs do sound,
My soul has suffered a fatal wound,
When memories chase like a blood hound.
Buried in the graveyard of my memories,
Leaving only diaries with cryptic entries,
Even seconds seem too long like centuries,
Tossed by feelings and endless miseries.
The anger enveloped is starting to explode,
Containing tears that my eyes try to unload.
Bottled up emotions on the verge to implode,
As I lie crushed under this their overload.