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