Palak Pk Poet Rhyme

'The Melancholic Muse'

Deep inside a wounded soul
Lies the nostalgic and weird hall
Some thoughts run wild
Ghosts of memories never died.

I'm so tired and weak
One moment- trails are waiting for me 
One moment- free from every pain
O mother! Buy me candies again
I want to go back to my happy days
Where I could laugh and play.

Today, I'm standing at the shore 
And the waves makes it loud
Every damn step feels like a struggle
Everyday seems like a jigsaw puzzle.

A new chapter can still form
apart from the haunted road.

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Unseeking Seeker September 21, 2024 at 2:44 AM Powerfully penned poem, Palak. The vibrant void of identity dissolved pristine silence is where all trauma is healed. Alternatively, prayer, surrendering and so merging into the heart of the deity we believe in.

Beata Agustin September 16, 2024 at 5:24 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.