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Feb 2017
The worst of wounds dealt with

This one too will be done with

But this pain has tricked

Seems to have sunk too deep

It hurts as I bleed even in sleep



Washed it off with my tears i have

Ignored it with my thoughts i have

Pleaded mercy with my soul i have

None defy him, it chooses to stay

Will I lose it ever, is there a way?



The pain ushers me to the past

Past my favorite thing to think

But not anymore as i sit at the brink

Of losing all i ever had, and ever will

My present in hands of this pain’s ****



This one will take long to rind

So i need to make up my mind

The scars also begin to show way

It looks ugly as i fade away

Leaving nothing of me

Will there be a new me?

Ugly or splendid?

Need to wait for years to see
Written by
Yamuna NN
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