I Ramble

Ramblings Of A Troubled Mind

That uncalled sadness.. stems out of nowhere and stabs you in the chest; in that heavy chest..dead centre!
Your throat becomes loaded with the disregarded burden of emotions and years of senseless guilt.
You can feel your soul sobbing, sometimes mourning but mostly crying un consolably..yelling out for help..for comfort..for relief..
Relief from the bare wounds
Wounds
Bare wounds.. result of an onslaught of a fury of attacks centred on you.. on your very being..
You lose your senses
You lose everything
You lose the grip on reality
The difference between happy and sad cuz you only know the sad
There are no favourites
No smiles
No words
No feelings
Sleep evades you
Love evades you
Life .. life evades you
And you don’t seem to mind..