This poem is based on the micro poetry Pain.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.– Maya Angelou
I wonder why it throbs
aches and hurts like hell
every time that moment passes me
touches me gently
with its fleeting touch
but leaves blisters and scars on
my suppurating skin
leaves me
shuddering in pain
a moment spent in hell
I wonder why I choke on my words
mumble and
stammer every time your name
is mentioned
in a passing conversation
I turn mute
and all the
screeching and the screaming
fails to bring out the pain and agony
flowing through my pores
they are left untouched
I wonder why my quill
still bleeds when I write
and words scream and
howls of pain;
I guess,
they are waiting eternally
for me
/to realize this/
to start
writing about YOU again.
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Love this, Megha! “I wonder why quill still bleeds” Wonderful poem, Dear Lady! ❤
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powerful piece, Megha!
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Thanks Neha
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Wow!!!
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Such is unrequited love – you portrayed the emotions so very well – a brilliant piece
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Thanks and I could say the same for you
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😊🌸
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Some ‘inspiration’ is insatiable; pain is definitely like this. Excellent, Megha.
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Thanks so much for readingy work.As always u appreciate and cherish every comment of yours.
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You are welcome, Megha. I do enjoy your work.
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Pleasure is mutual
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