It Hurts
It hurts...
When they see it and ignore,
I tryanna turn away but it hurts.
When mortgage hides under help they wore,
I tryanna return but it hurts.
When envy is visible but a fake wellwish flirts,
I tryanna turn it down but it hurts.
When my tear make grief crumble and moan merely mumbles,
I tryanna cry but it hurts.
When the silence stirs uncertainty and intuition shuts,
I tryanna shout aloud but it hurts.
When abhoreality takes over the romantic cult,
I tryanna love the beloved but it hurts.
When I realise guilt is more painful than guillotine cuts,
I tryanna make me aware,but it hurts.
When the truth prevails under a falsehood's vail,
I tryanna confess but it hurts.
When the pure soul is engulfed by bodily dirt,
I tryanna sway it clean but it hurts.
When everything ends from a start- plugging the spurts,
I tryanna start from the end so that it no longer hurts.
Copyright © Archana Naik | Year Posted 2022
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