The longing after the heart is broken,
The pain that remains invisible,
The tears that never left my eyes,
All that remained , remainder as scars...
A remainder now and then,
That there is a void within,
That I stand alone , in the crowd,
It serves its purpose, the scar within..
Long after the wounds are healed,
Long after the pain disappears,
There remains a remembrance-
"Scars",that are always there,
"Scars" that define our experiences,
Of life, and of all those battles
Fought against others,
And within ourselves
What remained with us were scars from,
The swords that cut through the flesh and words that cut deeper within...
A reflection of that grief, of that sorrow
That I once submerged myself in,
All brought to life by these scars
Breaking the illusion of time, of
The belief that life will normalise,
In all this mayhem,in all this chaos
my heart stirs,
As I confront the ghastly truth,
The scars start to get deep,
And helpless I stand , with my greatest
Fears, in need of a peaceful sleep...
Beautiful description One can easily relate. Apt emotions. Hats off
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A sad and true poem . There is something about the way you put down your words. So magical.
Thanks a lot bro
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