Broken Apart

All my love and efforts baby, went away in vain
How harshly you did it, left me here in pain
People here say I am acting crazy
And I feel, I’m going insane
They haunt me, those cursed dreams
With you : I had seen

And I now cry in lonely nights
It feels like hell to be alive
Waiting for you so cold I feel
Dark world : not a single light

All those promises you broke sink my heart
The world without you : is broken apart
I feel like running : nowhere I can go
This pain you gave me : seized my heart.

Poet’s Note:
Dealing with pain which now seems to be a part of me. Nothing in this world hurts more than those promises made by the one you loved so much.

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ammu sachariah
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A heart touching poem. Well written.

Preeti
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Memories make us cringe, and their mention feels so strange…Painful and melancholic!

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