I carved it deep in my shattered heart—
I wasn’t a creature to be loved.
Yet deep beneath, I sense a fear:
The fear of my own beloved.
Am I destroyed, or merely ill?
Is there a cure for what I feel?
But is it not ambiguous,
This life I lived so tenebrous?
I shall reincarnate, with whole heart
After receiving a panacea.
Yet I will be still alone—
Thus, it is and thus will it be.
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Author:
Raunak Sarkar (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2026 13:14
- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
A half heart better than none at all and more than many possess Nicely written
I like it. I like the dark feeling I get from it. It arises feelings of disparity. Seems it calls to those who have accepted heart break, loneliness, and then acceptance toward the end, leaving a lot of room for thoughts as well. A great poem of emotions. Great work!
Well written.
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