Prena Poetry

It is like I’m dying,

I can’t feel the cloudy rhythm

Of my frail heart beat or hear

The voices calling my name in despair,

This is just an empty soul, nothing more

All of my dreams has been shattered

So has my hope been drained,

And confidence been shattered,

The life that resides in my eyes are gone

It is like I’m dying,

And even then, after all this,

why does this body still breathe?

Why does this eyes still blink?

Why does this palms still hold?

Counting fingers of lifeless soul

Why does this pale face still exist?

Even when it’s presence doesn’t

Count in the ignorant world

It is like I am dying,

And I’m not able to do anything,

Take anything or leave anything

All I know is this body is giving up

And I’m willingly ripping my soul

But, why am I still not dead?

When I have tore apart my everything

Why am I not dying in its grief,

when I’m already dead from the inside?