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

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST