As white hot pain pulsated through my veins
I wondered of heartbreaks ; of madness and of the sane.
And as slowly the colors of my life went up in smoke,
the ink flowing through my fingers, of barren emotions it spoke
with no words to converse, my soul had no more to say .
Everything else I see, not in black and white, but in grey .
My heart that once spat blood red, now bleeds black ,
and my lungs tire in the vain efforts to inhale the love, the air that I lack ,
and I slowly fade away into the looming darkness
moaning of death ; depression and the echoing sadness.
–Agony/ By Anjana ( [from 13th March ,2018] – 8 February ,2019)