Thousand Dead

A Poem by lichanbeni

Shredded in zillions shrads.
In agony with sensation of phantom pain.
Arrow nailed pain feels less from that stranger.
But poison of sweet apple from a kin paralyse my heart.

How could a confidant, a trust, a faith go so ignorant??
When love is no longer love and it poison you dead.
When care is no longer live and it slaugther you to thousand dead.
When in phantom pain the eyes swells.
The heart so shredded into zillion shrads.
One's feeling freezed and numbs .
Where do I begin!