It is a poem about fear and love,how they mix up and become one.

Unable to diagnose

Why gloomy heart repose

Why pangs bloom like rose

Agonies of conscience depose

Phobias bring me so close

Ideas and thoughts enclose

Heart like savage throbs

Eye’s ache from behind

Dance on the tear’s bows

Is it love or thing above?

What is it nobody knows?

Sleep leaves the eyes alone

Rest on the dried boughs

Like a stick hollow and frail

Continuously decompose

Bit by bit grain by grain

Chip off my fleshy pose

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