AM I DEAD?

TC Lalremsiama
AM I DEAD?

Vein of soul through you never to depart,
Bewildering pulse through my shattered heart;
When too much heartache, breathe but not alive,
That exactly makes something come to life.

Looking shadow of ‘self, my eyes are red,
And having a half breathing, am I dead?
But you’re shadow in my mind’s naked whole,
Mainstay to enliven my gloomy soul.

You dampen this dying heart like dry crops,
As precious winter’s dew of blue sky drops.

-Mârema @Ngaihluingdum Shots & Poetry Institute