The Mind Weeps While The Heart Bleeds.

The mind cannot much  hold,

As it is locked in a frozen  mould,

Anguish multiplies in a successive  fold,

Nothing can be expressively told.

 

 

The heart is in terrific  shatter ,

As emotions  continuously batter,

Everything  skews  into  tatters,

Causing  strong  uneasy jitters.

 

 

 

There exists a melancholic  detraction,

There appears a plausible  distraction.,

Mulling the mind and body in a traction.

Setting a combustible reaction.

 

 

 

An untold derailment is cast

As the three forces  work fast ,

Oh! even a slight  contrast

Would make the heart blast.