INVISIBLE THINGS
Pain is invisible. It doesn't bruise, doesn’t bleed, but lingers like smoke in a room no one notices is burning.
I tried to heal you— never realizing you gifted me the wound.
Guilt is invisible. I can't show it to anyone, but I feel it the weight, the sick feeling in my stomach.
And somehow, I carry the pain you gave me, but yet I feel guilty for leaving.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Pain and guilt.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Conflicting emotions that bash and bruise each other leaving only internal marks. A sad poem with a feeling of pain, regret and anger. Well worded
the symbolism 😍😍
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