“Raw”

I stare at the field of grass, 

the ponds of water forming in the muddy path,

the stream of water falling from above and I think,

Of disappearing from this world, 

Like the rain that falls into the ditch and flows down,

To thread on a journey into the afterlife. 

I think of my hands wrapped around my neck, 

Squeezing with my bare fingers, 

Till I choke from the pain. 

I think of my nails dragging down my skin, 

Wishing it would lead a bloody trail behind,

And break my skin apart, ripping my body into strings of flesh.

I wonder what it is I lack, 

Of why my silly little hopes were crushed-

Till I stare at my reflection,

And I see everything.

I see your love that escaped my grasp, 

Your fingers untangling from my hair,

And your lips drifting from mine, 

Till your breath never kisses mine again.

I see and I realise,

My heart was a burden too heavy,

And my happiness, too fragile not to break.

I wish I could hear you once more,

Your voice in my ear in a sweet whisper. 

The very soul in me hurts to not embrace you, 

And say that I am sorry, 

From the bottom of my heart.

-Rtr. Vibhavee Sarathchandra