Purpose

Pain travels strangely in a non- linear way

its trajectory unpredictable

when my syncopated heart broke

it kept on beating steadily

it was the gut that sucked the air out of my lungs

your pain travels across the oceans

and wraps itself tightly across my chest

I feel a dull ache in my heart

words end up hurting the most

spoken words; like the man in the well of death,

vroom round and round in my head

till I scream in anguish

written words haunt my dreams in monochrome

blurring my eyes with sleeplessness

I did try to befriend pain but gave up

fighting it gives a purpose to my life.