Shashi Gupta

What is this thing that claws at my insides,
Ripping me apart to find a way out?
So numb I am, I feel no pain
Bitter memories my broken heart reign.

On the shelves of the chambers, coated in dust
Lie all my dreams and my yesteryears,
Will the clawing ever stop, give my heart some rest,
Or shall I just lie down and turn to dust?

What is this thing that drags me under?
In the waters I float through the storm and thunder.
I try to recall the sweetness that deserted me,
Bitterness forever making a home in me.

My heartbeats have now weakened,
My breath is short and sharp.
The walls of this chamber close in on me,
Memories on a pedestal, the present a waste.

What is this thing that has deadened me so?
Forever drowning in tears I could not shed.
Rip open my heart, give me a new start,
A new life I desire, forever free from pain.