Poems

Weave The Mess

 

Agony, setbacks, disappointments.
Love affairs doomed.
You say,
time heals all wounds.

Does it, really?
Think again.
May be it just
lessens the pain.

Scars conceal the sufferings.
Tragic memory only weakens.
Left unattended, the wound
May be with time, further deepens.

It isn’t red anymore
unlike how once it bled.
But painful memories,
Are still stuck in your head.

The griefs only accrue
But it’s always upto you
You either overlook & suppress
Or simply weave the mess.🌸

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