Sting on the reddening cheek
Ringing words in the moving reel
Disrupting the flow
The scene is stuck on the screen
Can't get it to work again
Try understanding it
Try to wait
Try to let go
Try to negotiate
Finally can't take it anymore
And hit it
Hard at the core...
The blow got it working
But it won't be same again
Ever
In the haze of the heat
Clouding the senses
The evident scars are retained on those lenses
Doesn't matter it wasn't real me
Doesn't matter it was hazy
Doesn't matter i made it through worse once
I couldn't make it this time
What counts is what can be seen
And here the scars are for me
The broken glass
Reminding, taunting, hurting deep
No one else but me who has to see
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
Poetry"I was so busy living in thoughts that when life was actually happening it struck so odd" This is a series of miscellaneous poem about nature, adventure, love, friendship, self identity, memories, hope, road trips and still more :)! P.S : do commen...
