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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