Zombie

The pain has reached its threshold,
Everything my heart can withhold!
From betrayal to backstabbing, no matter how cold . . .
Be an emotional setback or a tragic turmoil in heart!
Nothing can anymore break my heart apart.
My heart has been ground to pieces infinite,
And my mind is now as strong as granite.
Out of the molten material as the rock is born . . .
So is my mind now, lifeless and strong!
I have no hopes, no dreams, no expectations or aim.
No more of imagination and nothing puts me to shame.
I have become a zombie, the need of the present!
With neither needs nor demands and nothing to resent.
Now I call myself a tough man,
With a heart harder than the stones.
Just a lifeless creature I am, made up of skin and bones.

Archana Bora

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