My sore heart is not healing
Wordly pains have left it reeling
Loss of a friend, a lover, a close one is agonizing
The aftermath of it is like a bee's sting
Bewildered is what I feel, moving to a new place
Presence is only physical, home is where resides my solace
Amidst all the chaos my heart got lost
Oblivious I was that benignity comes at your heart's cost
Now all I do is tend to my wounded heart
Hoping for a day when my pain will depart
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Vent To My Heart
PoetryI started writing to vent out my deep emotions. For me a poem is something that can never be subjective, it's always up for interpretations. When you get overwhelmed or happy or sad or anxious you can always opt for writing poems like I did and do...
