It is usual,
The pain persists,
I warm myself with a sunshine smile,
'Cause I know despite of all this physical pain,
I will be happy,
Since, I have you.
Trailing in the chores,
Of career and people,
I feel lost,
'Cause I am pulled back by my constraints,
But, I will be fine,
I have you.
Sometimes, I can't take it more,
But I never look for a cliff or find other ways,
I am blocked with the bulwark,
But not quite given up,
'Cause I still have you.
Or that is what I told myself,
Till today.
When you packed your bags,
And you left.
I have had pain,
Serious pain,
Insufferable pain,
When I can't support myself,
Can't walk myself,
Can't move.
But this?
You leaving.
It is more paralysing.
It is not just ache,
Not just a heart ache.
It is death.
Of the hope,
I tried living with.
Of the happiness,
I tried living for.
Of the painful life,
I tried living.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoéziaAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...