A Walking Dead
Gita
He asked me:
Do you still love me?
I didn’t know what to say.
He doesn’t know I don’t have a heart any more,
I lost it so many years ago.
No. I didn’t lose it. I threw it away.
It was broken into a hundred pieces, aching and crying
I didn’t know what to do with the bleeding heart,
so I threw it out.
Now, I am walking and talking without my heart,
and don’t feel any more.
A walking dead who has an empty space,
where her heart was.
The Room without a View
First Night in a Homeless Shelter
Gita
I wake up in the middle of the night, in a strange room.
Nothing here belongs to me, except sadness and sorrow.
Who was here before me, who will be here after I’m gone?
If only these walls could talk, what would they say?
Would you be able to feel the depth of the pain?
Somewhere in the dark my child is crying for me.
I reach out; nothing is here but lonliness and emptiness.
I am screaming inside, so no one could hear.
My heart is bleeding for both of us and nothing I can do
will stop the pain.
I am dragging my shadow with me,
searching to find a place called home.
I don’t belong here, and I don’t belong there.
I live in a world of my own.
I live somewhere in gray,
between shades of lightness and darkness.
Lightness is the pure in me, the best of me,
hope, love, and kindness.
The darkness is the ultimate sadness,
buried somewhere deep in me.
It doesn’t want to let go.
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