The abandoned cureA Poem by GayathriWe ail all while in spite of knowing the cure.Million thoughts of you Race against each other Only to be returned to the Quiver. Thoughts caught in a maze Spiraling and whirling At the speed of light Contained so tight. An excruciating struggle it is One of a kind disease. You were just a trigger. Neither the pain nor the panacea. The mind became the master conjuring up the disaster. I struggle with myself With so much sheer Unwilling to get cured. Where is the elixir? The potion remains still In my trembling hands Unconsumed. For acceptance is always the hardest. © 2021 Gayathri |
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1 Review Added on April 16, 2021 Last Updated on April 16, 2021 AuthorGayathrichennai, chennai, IndiaAboutAn Avid reader.I love to write, travel and explore. more..Writing
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