Scars
Scars old but never ageing,
Giving access to trauma,
Trauma slithering into my soul,
Rupturing its foundation.
Air falling victim to situations,
Contaminating particles dying to die,
Particles comprising of residues,
Residues of events unasked for,
Walls of courage demolished.
Day pulling the suppressed pain,
Catapulting it into the night,
Night soaking in the flood of tears,
Tears gasping for emancipation.
Scars old but never ageing,
Feeding on a dead corpse,
A dead corpse which people call Life.
©songbriti
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