Writing

Spectrum of Heartache

I sat in the room filled with ugly thoughts,

I repeatedly toss it off, as mere illusion,

nothing I did could stop it,

it was a cruel haunting on loop ;

I could feel the coldness of this space,

like I was in a freezer – blood shunting,

I trace the goose bumps on my skin.

my heart pounding harder by seconds,

as I fight hard for a breath of air,

I heard a deafening thump from top ;

in the blind darkness of the room,

three stroke of light sneaks in,

slow forming a shadow on the wall,

plain, deformed black silhouette,

luxurious locks, weaken red fingers.

green thickset, round-shouldered figure,

subtle blue aura, filed with emotions ;

she is a spectrum of heartaches.

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