Somber Welkins

Where the soul is Numb:

And I still feel dead,

I swallowed the same day 

Incessantly,

And I'm dead

I move dead

I wail dead

I even laugh dead,

It is not in my crux

I'm wreaking,

My eye cascades,

My palms an escutcheon,

Mine utters and gush

sloven and shamble,

It is numb

I am numb

the seventh heaven

is nothing but

an illusion.

Pranati Pathak

16:12

30.08.2022