THE VOID - that I Still Hold
Scars are better –
Better than the unseen wounds,
That penetrates deep down my heart
And make me a sour person,
Which I wasn't,
Scars are better than the incurable pain,
Those unseen daggers carved onto me,
SCARS are better-
Much better as they may be cured,
But this grief, this loss, not at all,
These can fade-
But the wounds that penetrate deep down,
Can never be cured,
Can never be cured-
That breaks the myth of being left alone,
Encouraging the Idea –
To Embrace the Void, The VOID that we still hold…
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