Strings of Nostalgia

20: Museum of Pain ❣

Tell me, were you real?

Did my eyes see you there?

Did you take away my fear?

Or did you just simply stare?

My heart wasn't still

And no one would care

Wounds would seem to kill

Things which I can no longer bear

My hands were reaching out

Somewhere beneath your feature

This weak voice tried to shout

"Please heal my severe seizure!"

Broken and torn apart

When your feet walked away

Now pain is likely to be an art

A masterpiece that will forever stay

Nothing can heal my deep cut

It becomes severe every moment

No one could open what's being shut

Not even you who planted this ailment

-A ❣