p a i n

Pic: Self

pain is often
the cry
of discomfort
when there is
bodily damage
done,

but pain is also
the silent cry
that hides
unnoticed
in a deep
dark place
inside,

the lurking anguish
that has
no shape
but writhes
uncontrolable
like a snake
within,

spewing venom
on every
happy thought
and digging
its fangs
into every
springing song,

it is the invisible
dark side
of the barren moon
whose visible identity
is further lost
without the presence
of the supporting
light,

it is the separation
from its bretheren
of the just about
to bloom flower
that is plucked
from the garden
to add life
to lifeless ornate
vase,

it is also
the feeling
of the fallen flower
lying in the same garden
that is trampled upon
by callous footsteps
as eyes fall prey
to the newer ones,

pain is seeing
the one by one
dropping of dried leaves
from a tree
whose roots have
been cut by
the mushrooming
concrete foundations,

it is also
the painful parting
in an often
repeated dream
where she clutches hard
to his decided
departing hand,

and unwillingly opens
her beautiful eyes
to the morning rays
of a welcoming life
allowing
the leftover tears
to slowly run down
the contoured sides.

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Vidur
17May17