Forsaken
The sad chats have long left I still can’t claim what’s it that loiters I don’t think about it everyday It occasionally strikes my mind anyway You’ve not been forgotten Is not what I really want to say The fears are still breathing Nothing could shove them away Like all in a fleeting moment Again I’m drowned in this feeling Abruptly rupturing the wounds I believed were in a period of healing They come to haunt me steadily At first, It feels like a whisper Then loudening into an echo In a desperation I can’t let go In an unusual turbulent plight I can remember I’m still breathing Building a gigantic tornado, A colossal ache is hurtling This forsaken love remains Like old receipts with erased ink Feeling the pain of nowhere to go Caught between each brink I wonder if it’ll linger forever Or have the privilege to be Until then possibly I’ll rewrite this pain into a poetry