The blunt pain

The blunt pain that spreads,
Heavy as a rock, on the chest,
When you can’t cry,
Is the fear of losing.

It’s better to shed the pain,
Through tears, else will stay,
Forever as a nagging pain,
Growing into your brain.

None can stay forever,
But the fear of losing,
Is a nightmare than losing,
Anyone close to your heart.

Kavitha Patchamalai

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