Bitter Blow…

Picture By: Outlived
Picture By: Outlived

A new low followed by memories of the bitter blow,
I lay down across acres of horrid memory plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed, besieged amongst a show,
Of tearful clouds and ceaseless rains,
To weep at my expiring glow…

Was it a reckless act of destiny?
Or merely a product of our propensity?
The things I did for you,
And all that you put me through…

A decade has passed, yet it still feels fresh & new,
The bruise of your bitter blow stamped on my heart,
Aching, shaking, breaking, letting go of what I knew,
About life, now that we’re apart,
There’s nothing left to do…

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About outlived

X-dreamer, fighter and writer... Using words to unleash the pain that eats me from the inside out, day after day!
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One Response to Bitter Blow…

  1. Farah says:

    Why do we get hurt that bad?? how does it happen without we let it be?? What else can we do except unleashing the wrath that aches us?? when would we finally be set free? which bath shall we take to guarantee a less bleeding stains?? all these whys, hows, whats, whens and whichs consume my being.. its insane.. its just not fair as others claim..

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