Those Umpteen Years
Deep inside my skins
The bluish veins were carrying
My life...cold and entrenched
Laughter subdued into restrained
An innocent heart was seeking to be guile
Belief, hope, trust and love
Seemed just a fantasy...perhaps a pun
This tiresome, tedious and treacherous run
Was it worthwhile for just a minuscule fun?
Then one day, it knocked my door
It entered; I was lying on the floor
I was pulled apart into two
Detracted into Me and him
I saw those numb dead eyes
I felt the void, the emptiness
Perhaps...in those umpteen years
When it was carrying me
I never loved him...
And in turn, not loved by him.