Thrown Like Trash Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

Why so abruptly;
Thrown away like trash.
No words spoken;
No views exchanged;
How can there be,
Any conviction;
In paranoid actions?
Is there no former me,
No forever me;
Only imitations;
Beset by limitations?
Feeling trapped in a tight grip;
As my veins spill blood;
Creating a sticky sheen;
As I glean;
What it might mean;
And experience shiver with chills
Blocking "Nutrients"
That could satiate my head.
It is a game;
with no way to win;
With no ending once began!
Ah! My head spins;
At the demon-like reality!
I wish to retrieve the treat;
All efforts end in defeat
Chills run all down my spine
But it is aromantic thought;
Fighting despite a sinking ship!