I wish my memories
Were written in sand,
So the waters of time
Can wash them away.

I wish my thoughts
Were little matchsticks,
So I can strike them
And burn them to ashes.

I wish my heart
Were made of stone,
So it would hurt less
And not yearn.

But etched in steel,
Is my consciousness.
And my hollow self
Is condemned to grieve.

For as many times
As I try to fill it,
The ceaseless void
Is empty as you left.

~ Pradeep CE 🙂

This post used to be a part of my old blog, and was migrated here for legacy reasons.