Never Made Whole
By Aadharshini D S
The only thing that remains with you
when all have left -
is the shredded heart,
stitched with memories that never fade,
now turned cold,
tightening the chest,
choking the breath,
spiraling into silent panic.
But once,
it was warm -
a master of love, of care, of giving.
Yet never once did it find a soul
who stayed,
who fought,
who made it whole.
By Aadharshini D S
Proper reveal of painful Love
Nice poem
Interesting lines
Dear sister, your poem is very touching and touching.
This is a devastating and beautifully articulated portrayal of grief and abandonment. The poem's strength lies in its brutal contrast.