Trauma

By Naitik Patel

Drenched in his own sweat,

He woke up with a scream

A memory from his past

Haunted his dream

He has reopened a dark room

With remains of broken promise

Paintings of impending doom

And a carving of traveller’s loss

Reliving it, time, thousand & one

Wretched his heart again & again

But this time, it’s a different mourn

He’s got wisdom in gain

He has decided to lock the gate

And stop scratching that wound

Before it’s too late;

Allowing it to heal and be sound

By Naitik Patel