A Vanishing Verse Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

I couldn't go for explanation
I remained brief;
Precision met me this way
I felt pain; I felt peace
Examination was this much excruciating
I no longer was the same sea.
Was distant from that sealine.
And was fallen to drugs.
Perhaps I lost that right.
Right to be lettered in her sheet.
She tried to heal me,
She tried to console me,
Wanted me to comfort me down
But the picture was torn away.
That would be a vanishing verse to me.
She too would never see it again.