Rejection At It's Finest

This rejection, always rejection

Is eating away at me.

If it's not the torment,

Or the wrenching aching,

Or our slavery...

I don't know

What is it

That is making me want to bleed

To relinquish

This chronic anguish,

To feel complete, indeed.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

so rich and meaningful poem is this one specially this stanza of poem..which is shaking my soul and touching my heart... you seem a great artist too.. you know how to visualize the things in words..well done