Inside the deep cavity in my chest, A voice lives
Over time it has become a part of me
A conscious of my unconscious
Every now and then it pokes out its head
Showing me its calamity stricken face
It likes to resurface
On days when gloom prevails
And the hollow becomes deep, a few more inches
Sometimes on random-est of days
when that sorry-pit is temporarily forgotten
It likes to remind me
That I’m still trapped
It says, “Let me go”
BitterSweet 