With Something | Poem

I’m consumed with something,

It’s not darkness, I’m of,

It’s more than I could carry,

No pain it is; it’s something,

I never want to name,

Yet, I crave for more,

Dear Deathra!

Come! Take me to pain’s land,

I miss my darkness so great.

I ask my soul’s origin,

I ask my blood’s purpose,

I’m human to know all,

I’m sick to know all,

Yet, I beg for more,

Deathra, dance for me!

I’m trapped in light,

Come, Deathra, rescue me,

I’m walking with her,

And, can’t stop writing,

So, pull me back to border,

I’m consumed with something.

I’m consumed with something,

It’s not lightness, I’m not of,

It’s more than I curse,

No love it is; it’s I desire,

Yet, I crave for pain,

Dear Deathra!

Come! Take me to pain’s land,

I miss my darkness so great.

©Suraj Jangid

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