One's face,
Can replace,
A thousand words,
Locked up in the heart.
Those weak eyes,
Can let you see,
The weight of pain,
Well painted without tears.
Those weary cheeks,
With invisible marks,
Of a day's pouring,
Left to dry on its own.
Convinced that nobody,
Would notice their melancholy,
It's best not to make them,
Go through needles again.
Your curiosity might kill them,
Although you only meant,
To show them a way,
Out of their woes.
Don't just ignore,
But help them escape,
From the bars of pain,
Without reminding of the dark.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Soul, Hold On
PoetryThe book is a compilation of emotions, feelings, and unexplainable ordeals conveyed through poetry. Life is unfair but the unfairness of life is fair to everyone. Above all, death is even unfair. After all the things that we face, the hard time we g...
