Into The Unknown

It swirls in the whites of my eyes, threatening to shroud me from myself, and drown me in despair.

Misery now defines me and my life.

Black ink spills from my eyes. In desperation, I write and rewrite my destiny.

The black slate remains black.

Crimson coloured curtains made of rose petals touch my body. It burns.

I drink wine from the glass you used to cut me up. Now the taste of blood enriches my soul.

Grey threads of confusion, tighten themselves around my broken body.

Your sins leave deep scars in my flesh.

The hold of my sorrow strengthens. Thoughts cease to make sense.

My heart too fragile to hold my pain, and my brain too weak to keep me sane.

Ravens sing me goodbye.

I delve deeper.

Deeper. Into the unknown.

-Ishita Gupta

43 thoughts on “Into The Unknown

  1. Ishita this is full of sorrow and pain. Beautifully expressive and your metaphors are stunning.

    “Crimson coloured curtains made of rose petals touch my body. It burns.”

    This is a truly heartbreaking piece about sadness. Lovely work dear friend.

    Love to you friend. 💖🤗💕❤️Joni

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  2. This is really really poignant. It hits so hard, yet it leaves you wanting for more. I really like how you added that little rhyme towards the end.
    It was truly a spectacular read. Truly.

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  3. One of your best poems, Ishita….I’m speechless….you’ve expressed pain so beautifully…..”I drink wine from the glass you used to cut me up. Now the taste of blood enriches my soul.”…..what can I say more….I’ve just become a great fan of yours ✨

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