You drew memories in my mind
I could never erase
You painted colors in my heart
I could never replace
I didn’t see this coming
But you knew all along
Nudging me to get there
Inch by inch
How could you roll up all those little punches
Into one massive blow
Tossing me into infinite numbness
Breathless, Worthless
Our pacts forgotten
Winning hands down
Willing to let go
Tumbling the crazy hormones out of control
Well timed, well aimed
Murderous, monstrous
Lethal
The final blow.
Oh Dear. Not a poem like this ......
ReplyDeleteI hope this was just metaphorical, but likely not. Perhaps the consolation is that if there was no sadness in the world, there wouldn't be happiness either.
Life is never a smooth sail. Like you said, to appreciate the good things, some setbacks are always good.
ReplyDeleteHugs.. tight big hugs..
ReplyDeletelet the words flow and gather into it the river of meloncholy
Rekha, you know much writing helps? It cleanses the soul and gives the much needed sanity.
DeleteThank you for being there
Lovely poem, sad and deep but quite relatable to many!
ReplyDeleteThank you Zarna again.
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