Memory
My beaten cardium, a mushy scarlet artwork
Splash of a red wine stain, that's unremovable
I was the ellipsis to the questions, and full stops to the phrases
When's in my future, was the epilogue in the last pages
Unending ends, just like my moments of now,
Rusty ink and time, turning my paper brown
Past was the one thing I found close to foreverness
This too shall pass happened when I did, becoming a memory of then
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Scarred Pages
PoetryBarren lands of heartbreaks, inscribed with words like wounds and painted with emotions like bruises, depicts the heart of a Poetess. Scarred pages can be conceptualised as those unaddressed letters buried under dust in a drawer, written solely to t...
