Am I challenged by my senses??

My taste buds are burnt
With the venomous drink
Sweet fruits or the sour
Now just make my heart sink..

When the glass breaks in my hand
I get a feel of déjà-vu
Still try to be strong the way I am
The blood turns deep blue

I hardly grab any word from them
When I listen to the preachers or the priests
Never I punished for shearing the sheep
With time the turmoil do cease

I can smell the cataclysm drain
And wish to be heard by the honey bees
When the fluttering birds I see around
I hold it back and the goodness leaves

I can see but can’t figure out
The hiding places for pain or pleasure
Ripped apart,burying myself
hunting for the fossils or the treasure..

Am I challenged by my senses?
~~payal~~