Nothingness

I run away from all that's good

And made my own path.

When the thorns cut me deep

I chose to ignore that.

When offered help,

I averted my eye.

And pretended that my soul,

 And body had not died.

As days turned to weeks,

And weeks turned to nights.

The cold lurked in

And yet I didn't fight.

When my blood leaked out

Its warmth touching my skin

Only then I realized

The numbness I felt within.

Reviews

[Wajiha Nayeem]

this is wow...i felt each part of this poem and it sent a shiver down my spine..loved it!