A Missing Part

A grueling pain spread in my body,

like my heart ripping in two,

like my limbs being torn apart,

like my soul ripped from my body,

like a crumpled piece of paper.

“Breathe in and Breathe out

repeat it ten times”,

came the voice of my shrink.

But oxygen can’t reduce the pain,

the pain of losing someone,

the pain of giving up,

and the pain of the soul.

The missing part is not someone

neither is something,

but it is me myself.

 

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “A Missing Part

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s