Alive, yet Dead

I used to live naked-
Devoid of any armour.
I was wounded,
Kissed by disasters.

But, I was alive and soulful in all those times-
During all the magical rises and brutal falls...

Today I am guarded.
Devoid of any fear.
I am safe, but, as in the cellar of the dead.
I remain lifeless, my soul is in despair.

Cactus

In those inhospitable deserts of my heart, I wonder-
How am I nurturing your soul with this innocence?
Perhaps, this helplessness!

Is it that you grow best during the hot and dry winds in my heart?
Like the cactus grows that has thorns?
I feel pain, dear.
You or I? I know not who sow your soul within me!
But I am sure that I am reaping all the pains with loyalty.