“Leave me alone” I implored
Pleading clemency, I couldn’t afford
Jaded and dejected I yearned for peace
All this abhorrence must immediately cease.
Months bled into melancholic years
None noticed my silent tears
The scars are my confidante now
They seem to comprehend my pains, somehow.
Torn ‘n tattered
Beaten ‘n battered
As soul leaves the body torn ‘n bruised
The mind abandons the body it has used.
Travelling through the stars,
Bestowed me peace, sans any bars
Now that I’m a celestial wonder
Craving for eternal tranquility is no more a blunder.
My bruises and my scars are now healed
Though feelings and emotions are concealed
My eternal soul is free and at peace
Being on the other side is such a bliss!
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A vivid image of the afterlife..
Death as a healer , Nicely described.
Beautiful poem, Debashree.
Beautifully written 💚
The gift of Death💚 peace n serenity.
Very well crafted Debashree💚💚
Beautiful poem, Debashree!💚💚
Waooo! You could indeed assure me that the other side is better😍😍😍