Tuesday, March 20

Whipped


Whips of wishes lash my heart
- It bleeds and the flesh
But does it really hurt
I don’t feel any kind of pain
There’s an ambiguous feel in head
I give up my joys to whips
Every second passes by in anticipation
Now that I await for pain
- It will come – I know for sure
But till when do I get lashed
Till when I bear the whip
My heart is cut into million pieces
It’s hemorrhaged –
Probably death will come before pain
Unsure of what I await
I continue getting whipped.