Broken

By Pranjal K. Singh

This heart with agony in its acumen

Like the ocean with its rough torrents

Doesn't recover the end it demands to find.

Something so analogous

Yet fascinating.

It grapples with prospects of customs

Repeatedly deceiving

Relentlessly shoving itself

Off the cliff.

It yearns to never have met this second.

It's too much, my love

It's too much for you to allow.

Leave it alone

Or it will never be reconstructed.

It's already

Broken.

Empty.