Odyssey

By K R Bharath Goutham

People leave,

No matter the care,

No matter the love,

They go away,

And it hurts.

It keeps hurting,

Everything feels incomplete,

Hollowness everywhere,

It does not stop,

Nor does it end.

It's like the cycle repeats,

And keeps emulating,

In different ways,

And still eerily similar,

But always the same outcome.

Mind feels too weak to go on,

Heart keeps telling just once more,

And the thoughts keep searching,

For the one,

Who shall make the trouble worth it.

By K R Bharath Goutham