Lost friend

I will not cry this time,

I’ve been ditched so many times,

Not once really,

This is just again;

The wounds lay sore,

Open and aghast,

No blood will drain I know,

The wound has not cured but dried up,

No pain , no conflict,

No war , no torture,

No turmoil, the feeling is not felt,

Not felt no more;

The numbness calms my nerves,

No heaviness I feel,

But lightness is hallucination,

For its but another time,

And I know it will happen again,

Many a times , much more than I can count,

It will return like a boomerang,

And I will remain just as numb,

The prick of reality shall wake no heart,

That does not wake what dies within!

-priyaani for #ABetrayedSoul