Abstract Pain

Updated: Sep 13

Describing the mental pain of a man seeking eternal peace, poet Santhosh Annabattula crafts his verses writing the thoughts of a fallen spirit filled with sorrow.


“Abstract Pain” is a paradox stating that the pain within our minds is an abstract entity that could be eliminated even if our spirits are broken.

 
Cover Photo by Pankaj Tottada

I stand on the threshold of pain

With the autumn rain for tears

Eyes behold the blurred horizon

In all its shades of grey


Days dissolve into oblivion

Time flies past in disdain

People move like puppets

Tied by strings of callousness


All that was once beautiful

Is buried under the ages

As the world crumbles inside

Shattering the wounded soul


Empty spaces grow everywhere

Bred by the seeds of isolation

Memories freeze the heart

Draining the last traces of hope


I stand on the threshold of pain

When nature sings in lament

I let go of my senses

And wait to embrace death.

 

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This contribution is photographed by Pankaj Tottada.

 

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This poem is available in paperback & ebook.




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