Poetry – Am I The Only One?

The feeling of being lonely is so intense that it’s been expressed through this poem. The words were simply flowing in me as if the emotions were pouring out from my dark holes.

Am I the only one feeling like this?
Am I the only one shredding in pieces?
Am I the only one screaming through verses?

What’s happening to me that I’m tearing?
What’s hitting me so hard that I’m breaking?
What’s giving me this numbness that I’m shaking?

Why am I looking in dark with empty eyes?
Why are my lips sealed & throat so dry?
Why am I feeling like fire, that’s about to die?

How can I survive when the light is fading with time?
How can I walk when my track is disappearing into broken lines?
How can I breathe when the air is suffocating my silence?

I’m shivering the shimmers with pure tremors
I’m twisting the beautiful minds with my terror
I’m traumatizing the hearts with my demons

My temple is screeching, I see the cracks in my brick
My heart is lonely, I stand at the brink of my flips
My soul is bleeding, I inhale the ashes covered in my red ink

—– Am I The Only One? —–

Am I The Only One is a poem full of different emotions. Everything has changed instantly in the moment of insanity. Perhaps I’m not the only one feeling like this, where the nights are darker than the darkest shade. The eyes are empty, the lips are sealed, the throat is dry, the heart is lonely & the soul is bleeding, as if I’m diminishing gradually. There is a state of shock.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Thanatos by Vall.Grey Poetry, (2) The demons in me

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A poem – Burning the Soul

It could be difficult to see that every single moment can be a struggle if lived from the shallow. On the other hand, life can be a flow if every moment is lived from the deep. I happen to seesaw quite a lot.

Curves on my scene
Writing on the screen

Spots in my brain
Mending the frame

Numbness in arm
Playing the b-ball

Sweating on forehead
Focusing like insane

Restless is my mind
Resting to thrive

Snapping the strings
Isolating in my crib

Losing my skin
Feeling so sick

Death in my voice
Tearing ocean to dive

Burning the soul
Stomping the floor

Staring at stars
Sensing the void

Closing my eyes
Balancing the path

Beasting the art
Beats of my heart

—– Burning the Soul —–

Burning the Soul is a poem about my struggle. I fall, I rise & then I fall again. I don’t rise every single time. Sometimes I need help & sometimes I keep trying until I rise again. It’s a learning process if I look at the things from one angle. It’s a new way of living this life if I look deeper. Everything appears so tough & difficult from time to time and yet every single thing can be simple, beautiful & mindful. I do have two different pairs of spects – i) to look only upto the surface, ii) to see through the layers. I use them both from tip to toe, depending on my state of mind / heart.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Drop-dead, (2) Magnificent Bastards by YouLittleCharmer

Thanks to runjidoesart for letting me use digital image of her beautiful painting.

For more information on original poetry, I encourage you to check the Home and About me pages.