The pain of yesterday, I thought-
Was gone, forever gone
But it filled me more and more-
With ache of heart, the breach of soul
It shattered me to little pieces;
Numerous particles of love
Many fragments of a soul that-
Used to live and breathe of light
Now though, darkness is abundant-
Through redundancies of bile
In through a severed, broken spirit-
There flows fire, scorching burn
I’d been lost; for millennia of loss
I was gone; this I’d known for very long
There used to live, a little boy;
A soul of joyfulness & Life
There used to be, a little me;
Many centuries, far gone
How could they break that soul?
The frailty of a blossom!
What inhibited their being?
That futile breath of lust!
Was gone, forever gone-
The laughter of a child
Was there and ever present-
This pain of bleeding “I”
All this happened to this soul-
Many centuries ago
The ailment of this pain though-
Has lingered more and more