The Paradigm of Cure

Rains led to a short poem

Some pages became moist

Drops were felt by the heart

His heart watched in disdain

Because the cure was the pain

Small Story of a Sea

I was thirsty, and a sea offered help

I don’t need salt on the wounds……

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An open ended feeling

Looking at me from the cliff of life

Why do you still stare at my rise

It was the black choice you made

Created a deep hole in my soul.

  

I keep getting reasons to smile

Desires of going the long miles

But when the movement begins

Appears a black hole in my soul.

  

As I made my plans to move on

Filling the hole with my reasons

The hole disappeared for a while

Then the body turned into a hole.

  

I can still see someone on the cliff

Looking at every inch of my soul

Please don’t care about anything

‘Coj you are the one who dug it.

 

©4yearoldadult

 

Somewhere Sometime

I knew it all in my heart

All I wanted is a fresh start

But they didn’t listen to me

I became a board of dart

The strikes still hurt my core

My pain coming to the fore

©4yearoldadult

Time vs Pain

Times never heals anything technically, we move on because we do not have a choice

©4yearoldadult