A discourse,
a debate;
a raging war!
with harsh words
and emotions that pinch.
taunting and teasing
till you break.
you being brittle
instigates them!
those voices in your head
asking for a meaning..
something for existence?
how is that so?
why are we here?
why can I hear them so distinctly?
a past memory...
not forgotten or forgiven-
flashing rapidly,
doing for the sake of it being done;
no passion- no warmth
carrion on the inside
and your mind wanders
further away...
~Ayesha Prasad~
