void

The thump of void
ingrained so deep in my heart
slowly begins to stir
it is painful and obsolete
yet the heart longs for it.

Rationality walking miles behind
submitting myself in the
calamity of murky water
as violent as a tirade of the
Bermuda triangle .

Could i possibly sew back
the fragments of my own pieces
or let it come undone like
the hurricane of blending winds

Smriti