torn

"If I were thinking clearly, I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark, and that only I can know. Only I can understand my condition. You live with the threat, you tell me you live with the threat of my extinction. I live with it too."

Virginia Woolf, The Hours 

that day You walked away

with it, You took my mind, my heart

in tears, crying silent drops of hope

for a single word

that day You walked away.

in split moment, i recognised 

that this was not so different after all

it was not the first and will not be the last

yet my heart is still torn

that day You walked away

i asked myself, if one could ever mend

a broken soul and a heart that never 

lived before...

i breathe to feel the pain;

heart, consoling mind

says 'don't worry, i am alive'

that day You walked away.

in grief, i called You in silent words

begged for You to see

the bleeding heart, struggling to be free

in chains, I kneed in front of Fate, 

uttering murmurs of desperate prayers

to release me from this mental cage

it was not meant to be this 

psychotic illusions that plagues

i keep seeing

that day You walked away

in time, it blurs

becomes surreal

that day You walked away

in my torn and illusory world

that day You walked away