THE WATER CALLED TO ME

Samprikta Paul

I sat there for hours that day,
with my wrenching heart.
It ached as if an arrow was through me.
I usually felt peace in the water.
But that day, I wished someone had rubbed my chest,
someone called out my name
and showed as much empathy as I always held for others.
Unfortunately, not even my own could feel except,
the water called me and said it could end my pain,
for this world has always crushed innocent souls and an empathetic heart.

  • Author: Cynthia Seven (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 6th, 2026 11:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote it being inspired by the painting, the painting does not belong to me - only the poem is original and is my rightful work. I tried to depict through the picture a pain within, a battle that even our own haven't understood. Might sound suicidal, as I mentioned, water calls, even when something brings peace, it could also be what makes you sit with yourself until you let go of what hurts you. NOTE: I am doing fine.
  • Category: Sad
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