All my life, I've known pain,
Each, a thorn in memory, never will drain.
I've tasted poison, its bitter sting,
Yet your hurt is more than everything.
Various tests and accidents, I've fought,
A story in each scar, lessons it taught.
Without your presence, a void so deep,
A wound that lasts, refuses to sleep.
I've bid farewell to loved ones dear,
Their absence is sorrow, a silent fear.
Yet your departure cuts like a knife,
A pain unmatched in this life.
The grief, the hurt, pain in blood,
Each drop is a proof, like a river it sped.
Regret, a shadow will haunts my days,
In the reflection of your absence, it still stays.
Through the Storm I stand, broken and bruised,
In the wake of love, I will be accused.
Your absence, a wound that won't heal,
A pain so sharp and heavy, I shall conceal.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
