By Sanjana Shanmugam
I walked into the abysmal depths
of endless trepidations and back.
He was my rock and I am the stone,
Left unheeded, unturned and burned still.
Regorging memories of lighter times,
In a real quandary, my thoughts and I.
He was sailing and I am submerged,
till lungs flushed and a breath not to spare.
Succumb in terror, tremors through veins;
My heaving chest bends spacetime sheet.
He was the shelter and I evanesced
Like a scattered mess of morning clouds.
This isn’t just writing..this is soul-spilling. Every line drips with emotion, depth, and vivid imagery. Honestly, this is prize-worthy..the kind of piece that deserves to be read on a stage or published in a journal. So proud of you ❤️