Silent Grieves
- Akhil Aji
- Jan 11, 2022
- 1 min read
Every single word...
I have written...
It's in the magic hour...
I sat under a tree,
Under the darkest clouds....
That blurred my sight....
Blue flames ignited my soul....
My soul,
Almost burnt into skeleton..
The grieve i carry,
In my heart...
There is no resemblance....
No comparisons....
Unique capacity to heal...
I had lost it somewhere....
Now i need help...
I need something...
A hand, come to connect mine...
The touch, I cherish...
May those scars fade...
May those wounds be...
Stitched and sealed....
Please come to me....
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- @_ak_shii_
Nice, the first part makes me smile as I imagine the scenery, "under a tree, under the darkest clouds...that blurred my sight..." I like to imagine it is raining and you just sit there. Then the poem gets really sad and at the end you still have hope, and that is my favorite part!
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