ASPHYXIATION
Copyright © SHRAVANI MUKHERJEE
Bubbled up is the vacuum,
No air to breathe in the room
Withered and frail are the old blooms
The sounds of cries, and painful croons
Burning blanket wrapped around
Approaching are the
black clouds
Cold feet cant feel the ground
Bleeding hearts, very deep wounds
Tangled and tied in knotted ropes
Castaway, the ferry mopes,
Tempest and fury to cope
A wait for good cheerful HOPE
