Life

With my shivering hands I hold my pen again For I had forgotten my past full of pain. It was her who taught me about life And now I feel my heart being torn by a knife. How far I would go without her I wonder In the silence, I’d ponder. In this quiet night, shadows eerie For now my heart and soul are slowly becoming weary. But, I choose to hold the pen again Because I realize my life is full of pain. ©shivam_mishra