“Leave something for someone but don’t leave someone for something.”
― Enid Blyton, Five on a Hike Together
You cannot leave me again
you cannot go again
my bruised soul
broken and splintered into million pieces
you can’t scrape my wounds again
You cannot leave me and
go again anymore
There is nothing left to scrape
no more scabs left to pick
you can’t paint your happiness
with your knuckles
dipped in my blood anymore
You cannot leave me and
go again anymore
I have been separated
and snatched from identity
I’ma shapeless blur
roaming with a dejected look
and fallen soul
a blip in eternity
You cannot leave me again
you can not go again
any more
You were the reason for my existence
you can not leave
me meaningless once more
you can not go again
and leave me anymore.
My soul lost its rhythm
and every sound
tuned into a cacophony
you cannot add more voices
to this mayhem
anymore
No, you cannot leave me and
you can not go again
anymore.
This post is in response to the daily prompt
Premature
Published by Megha's World
I’m a mother of a smart and energetic seven-year-old. I started expressing myself creatively since the last two years. Since then I have been continuously inspired by events in my life and around me which has helped me in penning my thoughts.
I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. Love to kiss and hug my loved ones.
I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own. I’m planning to post at least one creation of mine weekly.
Lastly, a million thanks to all who visit, like or follow my tiny bits of creation.
Every time you do that, I get to know one more beautiful person in my life and get the chance to see their creation too.
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Thanks for the reblogs my friend.Happy friday!!
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wow this is heart on paper, very well penned! ❤
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Thanks Neha. I felt a liitle shift in my writing while writing this.Do you feel it?
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Yes I did, I felt vulnerability expressed at a deeper level than your previous pieces of work…I think you grow with every piece and I love all of them!
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Yes you said it. I guess the more we write , the deeper we feel. Thanks for your honest feedback,Neha.Helps always.
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always a pleasure 🙂
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Interesting 💖 a bit new touch and I love the styling 👍👍 well done
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Thanks so much Ray. It was really skeptical in posting this. I have changed a bit of writing this time..I’m glad you liked it.Made my day.
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Yep it feels 🙂 it’s fun experimenting 💕 well done
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Thanks Ray.
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nice one….bit different….but appears as you sat inside each line….to see that it fits into the expressions well….somewhere repetitive….but it added to the flow beautifully…
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Thanks so much for your precious words..everytime.”Sat inside each line” so beautiful and so deep. Honored to have you as my reader.Much appreciated.
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its my pleasure….as my mind submits….
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Thanks again.
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Whoa! So powerful and moving with such an important message!
xoxo
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Thanks Chuck.A different style I tried.
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These are the painful laments of a soul who immerses themselves in another rather than starting with loving themselves. Thank you for such a raw composition dear lady!
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Thanks Diana.Your words mean lot to me.
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A little burst of happy endorphins from praise is a two way street between us Megha 🙂
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Yes it is and is paved with love and encouragement.
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Something tells me it shall be a lifelong affair of enduring adulation ❤
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Yes it will be..I dont let good people leave me easily..haha
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😊 This is a the best news of the week!!! 😊💟💟
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haha..You have a stalker on your hands..
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Haha! Madam M …. I think you are far too busy to stalk, write and be a mother! Maybe you don’t sleep much!?
I opened my blinds a bit more … 😘
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haha..I stalker enforcer..I can multitask..remember we are women.
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So true… Wonder Woman!!Waving from window waiting for your attention 😊👋
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You already have mine..waving back
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I don’t think this could be expressed any better. The repetition is a great emphatic device here. Awesome, Megha!
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Thanks so much for your feedback. It was kind of an experiement, a little change in my writing style.
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This is another poem when I changed my writing style.
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Thanks for sharing – read and commented!
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So thankful to you.
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Always here to read your beautiful work. You are welcome!
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Thanks for the reblog
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Raw emotion, nicely done.
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Thanks Maverick.
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The cry of a broken heart so well written. Very beautiful
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Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Always a pleasure reading your work. Pleasure is mine, Megha
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Aww thanks for saying that.
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A heartbreaking piece, I can feel the aching through your words. Very well written, indeed.
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Thanks so much Becky.Glad you could relate to the pain.
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You are very welcome. 🙂
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Powerful piece Megha! Fantastic
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Thanks dear.
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Lovely poem. You might enjoy the new Kate Tempest book, ‘Running upon the wires’ as it is on this subject. If I get over you, you might come back.
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Sure.Thanks for the reference.
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This is lovely.
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Thanks so much Dey
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You’re welcome
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Megha, your poem brings forth different thoughts that keep going through the cycle of rinse and repeat. You have written a very emotional view of a relationship torn apart, perhaps by abuse or neglect.
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I am so thankful and grateful for you for reading my poems with such beautiful insight.
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