I saw blood thickening in the veins exposed,
The wound is old but hurt as newly made,
I saw that bloods colour changing to an ugly black,
The colour that indicate clotting and forming a plaque.
I touched the point to remove the clot and let blood through,
However the black blood insists to stay and turn my face blue,
As this clot formed right across my heart and things kept blocking way,
Now it's too hard for life to flow as it get stuck by the flay.
A wound will always leave a scar, take care that it doesn't take down your star.
Chaahat.
Guys humble request to all of you,
Please vote for (or revote if you already have but only once revote) Khamoshiyaan Chapter one- Not your gonna be wife or your wannabe life. Because only the votes casted after april 12 counts. So well help me.Let me try and see how far I can take this.
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
