The mornings that you’ve taken up
The burden before you register
All the fights leave too many blisters
Before you even wake up.
And it’s never a learned lesson,
Never the distress of hindering blessing,
Never the ‘communication',
That patches this wound up.
It’s the teary-eyed regret,
The shame with no companions left,
A spontaneous and deliberate composition,
That balms the pain of hostility and rejection…
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Author:
Wiseheart. (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2023 21:48
- Comment from author about the poem: Written with a heavy heart.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
a heavy heart, yielding
words of scarlet inked
relatability
a poetic refrain of lovelorn
brevity
thanks for sharing, dear poet
(oh and fyi
the video isn't playing for me)
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