• harshmaskara 6w

    Scouring the ocean of pain

    So many scars that we carry
    A word here, a snub there
    Somehow childhood play vanished
    Adulthood reared its ugly head

    A cross to carry for each of us
    Shed some tears, blood or sweat
    Nothing matches words though
    Help to traverse the canyon within

    What cuts us can kill us
    It's how we bleed that matters
    No bandaid, no surgery can be a fix
    Replay the events, question everything

    Answers emerge drop by drop
    A dry throat is a powerful engine
    Look behind the curtains
    The puppeteer can't hide any more

    ©harshmaskara