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Millions of words, Hoards of quotes,
All failed to open the closed chambers of my soul,
It was an innate feeling, so deep,
All I could do was to lie down and weep,
There was nobody who could overlook the broken fence,
And admire the flowers in my garden,
I wondered,
What I had done so wrong that nobody could pardon?
I tried so hard to get up,
As my soul lied dead and was forced to give up,
Everything, every person around me appeared to be evil,
I had no one to trust,
Life was an utter dishevel.
Hands empty, nobody whom I could hold,
The soul was wet, it felt so cold,
Surrounded by many, but felt killingly alone,
The heart, though it was beating, was actually torn.
Suddenly, life began to seem so hard,
Every harsh word struck my heart like a sword,
Tears rolling down in the silence of night,
No one to console,
Except the pillow that I held so tight.
My soul was aching to scream so loud,
But the voice got struck inside the mouth,
The throat pains, because the tears were forced to be stopped,
The heart aches, because the feelings were forced to be concealed.
Picking up every piece of my heart,
Wondering what's wrong and where's the fault,
I arranged the pieces and filled all the empty parts,
But though the wounds heal, how can I ever hide the scars!
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Written By:
Ishita Bonnerjee.
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SCARS OF MY SOUL ~ A Poem By Ishita Bonnerjee.
Poesía{Highest Ranking #5 In Poetry.} The physical pains can be understood by everyone out there, but those scars in your heart, they can never be healed..
