03/10/2023
In shadows cast by sorrow's hand,
Where echoes linger, stark and grand,
I'll paint a verse of pain profound,
A tale untold, yet tightly wound.
Oh, pain, a tempest in my soul,
A coil of anguish, taking its toll,
It weaves its tendrils deep within,
A haunting melody, a dirge of sin.
Like fractured glass, my heart reveals,
The scars that time can't ever heal,
Each shard a story, etched in pain,
A tapestry of tears, a crimson stain.
The ache within, it knows no bounds,
Unyielding, relentless, it surrounds,
A silent scream, a captive cry,
Invisible shackles, no chance to fly.
The weight it bears upon my chest,
A burden heavy, unrelaxed unrest,
It suffocates, consumes my breath,
This pain, a dance with certain death.
Yet, in this darkness, a flicker shines,
A glimmer of hope, through shattered lines,
For pain, though fierce, cannot define,
The spirit's strength, its will to shine.
And so I rise, with battered wings,
Embracing scars that hardship brings,
For pain, though deep, will ebb and wane,
A testament to the resilience gained.
Oh, pain, you cannot be undone,
But still, I'll rise, a battle won,
For within this darkness, I'll find my light,
And weave my pain into a poem's flight.
-Bhajing☺️