varunkk
Finding comfort in the power of words a journey of love, hurt, healing and belief through poetry.
The Rising Phoenix
A wound that cuts a person so deep
A trust that\'s broken and a soul that weeps
A relationship that\'s shattered a love that\'s lost
A pain that\'s felt no matter the cost
The one who controls the strings
A master who always wins
A master of illusions and trickster so bold
A deception that never gets old
A smile that masks and tone thats soothing.
A mask of kindness hiding their motives
They pull the strings to control the play
A joker dictating thier own way.
Betrayal is a poison that\'s hard to heal
A wound that leaves a scar that\'s for real
A deception that\'s hard to forgive
A feeling that\'s very difficult to reveal.
A knife that stabs you in the back
A wound that leaves a permanent mark
And It cuts us like a sharpened knife
And takes away the joy of our life
The trust we had which is shattered and broken
The relationship lost where words were unspoken.
Mental abuse is a hidden pain
A torture that\'s hard to explain
Words that cut like sharpened blades
Leaving scars that forever won\'t fade
The mind is a battlefield
Where love and hate they both debate
A war that leaves us feeling insane.
And soul searching what we\'ve missed to gain
The one we loved now becomes
The source of our deepest fears
We try to hide the bruises
And hide the constant silent tears
Yet we stay trapped in this pain
A cycle that we cannot break
But new love will come again
And hoping it won\'t be same
A friend who\'s false a love that\'s untrue
A broken bond that leaves you feeling blue
The hurt so great it shatters your soul
Leaving you to pick up the pieces to make you whole
So beware of the ones who say they care
And trust the ones who have always been there
For betrayal is a wound that\'s so deep
A wound that\'s felt no matter how cheap
In the end all things will come to light
And one day the truth will rise in the day or night.
Manipulation may win a few rounds
But in the end honesty will win way round.
But until then the hurt remains
A lesson learned a heart in chains
Finally we must find the strength to rise
And break the chain of abusive lies
Embrace the freedom that is our prize
And heal the wounds to enjoy the new ride.
Varun Khanna