I always liked Sophia‘s poems. She pens well. After a long time, she posts something which makes me wonder if she somehow read my mind. For the sake of preservation, I am re-producing her poem here:

what is that pain?
or is it just my heart that screams?
tears mask my vision
I feel strangely dead

I am a puppet
no strings!!
laying there in a coma
nothing to keep me alive

I feel like walking away,
away from this world
it should be easier
but so much of me wants to stay

for love is an elixir,
you’ve given me a sip
then you suddenly one day
vanish from my folk tale

leaving me alone in a closet
waking up from my coma
I feel such pain
a long road of recovery

I still stay