What is it you fear?
Your skin boiling,
With some of it ripped open
Your head throbbing,
With multiple streams of blood
Your limbs crushed,
With your bones cracked open
Your body immobile,
With only your eyes open
Your heart pierced,
With lead balls
Or
Your skin boiling,
With their hateful words
Your head throbbing,
With reverberance of crafted lies
Your limbs cursed,
With remembrances they left
Your body mobile,
With the rest paralysed
Your heart filled,
With vacant chambers.
What is it you fear?
I fear both
The one that leaves physical agony
Causing
Scars and bruises
Burns and blisters
Cuts and cracks
And also
The one that leaves emotional flounder
But no
Scars or bruises
Burns or blisters
Cuts or cracks
I fear both
My mom accidentally got her ankle burnt with boiled water. The burn was severe and I was helpless and I couldn't do anything to take her agony away, it was horrific. The pain she felt was something I can't put in words. I hope everyone would keep my mom in your prayers.
Thankyou everyone ❤
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Spiralling Thoughts
Poetry[Highest rank: #36 in poetry ] Winner of The Profound Awards Winner of The Imagination Awards Winner of a special award called The Yeat's Award A collection of poems about pain, love, suffering and strength.
