Simple yet so complicated

Now there is no bee…
Not even a single flower to blooms and give honey..
No bird to sing along..
Not even a fountain playing nature’s symphony….

But
There I am..
Ditched by a dozen..
Stabbed by a hundred…
Killed by a thousand..

Just keep sitting in the dark..
Awaiting to get back my soul in me..
My eyes keeps searching for it..
Yet they fail to see…

I just can hear the past inside me..
Hissing like cockroaches..
And slowly it smothers me…
As the time approaches..

I wish I could get you back…
I wish I could tore you apart ..
Then from your heart ..
Snatch my soul back..

© Mukit Osman Chawdhury.