(SingPoWriMo. Last month.)
Adversity is merely
Bruises that will
Cure themselves fully, once
Days get better.
Expiry can just mean numbers,
Forever; a nuanced concept of
He made promises to have them broken.
I, still trying to search for reasons
Just to bridge lessons never taught.
Kiss the undeserving goodbye, let
Loneliness keep me company.
Man is not an island, but I am born in a
Nation only as big as its mind –
One is a crowd.
Pride is where I lost him, ego just the
Question he can never answer.
Return home to recover – where is my heart anymore?
Surrender to feelings and rub out
Tyrian purple bruises; pain just an
Undercurrent for healing.
Violence is a language
Where he still lives; he is a
Xerarched soul and my dried lips a reminder.
Yearning, still, for the twilight
Zone – after all, bruises heal.