Never Ending Loop

That one drop, washing my conjunctiva and dripping down my cheeks,

Holds thousands of untold words.

That one breathe being squeezed out from deep down my lungs,

Drapes me with the thickest curtain of suffocation.

The blank stare at the flaming candle in the corner of my dismal room,

Silently scorches countless regrets.

That numbness slithering into each of my neurons,

Gripped all my rages and retained me back into the never-ending loop…

By Eliza Chowdhury Raka