To those termites in Me

 

I don't know when and how you entered me;
All I know is lakhs of you biting me.

I stood for months in the rain to endure that pain;

I got frozen and weak, yet there was no change.

Each time you bite, the venom of grief ran all my height;

You ate up my organs, and rest were rotten one side;

You drank up my blood all my feelings got dried;

You chopped my nerves and drilled all my bones.

You made me hollow, With a void inside;

I want to stab a dagger and cut down my flesh;

or burn myself and put all this to rest.

But going against the almighty's will;

It's like getting failed in his test.

If suffering is my fate, then bite me to death;

but spare my eyes.

They bear my dreams and a blissful sight.

Once, my body glittered with fireflies;

Now it's dark, filled with termites.

Insecurities

-Wishyou