Like an apple that has fallen from our tree,
My soul is rotting and I've taken you down with me.
Deep in the emotions of my feelings misery
are the feelings that cannot ever
seem to be set free,
you could say others have had it
worse than me,
but until you take a few steps in the
worn out path of my misery,
with the burdens I've carried, only
then you can unravel my misery.
If only to stumble on shards of glass,
only then to empathise the pain that i
stash.
The scars are always there, never to
varnish,
never to be repaired.
The physical pain may have
Vanquished,
but the emotional pain will always lay
Stagnant in our minds,
always to remind us of our broken
home.
The pain we endured through our
childhood,
made permanent cracks in the
in the building blocks of our foundation,
letting the ones who've moved into
our life
to mend the cracks with their love,
to suffer the sometimes bitterness
that was left behind,
forever in our minds.
©opanda
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