My Love Incomplete Story

Days pass by somehow

But nights now are a wagon of pain

Injuries may heal with time

But marks will always remain

Restless on my comfortable bed

I lost and turn and try to sleep

But thoughts are bulking in my head

And have formed a huge heap

The past is flashing its scorching light beams

Tearing me apart, breaking me at the seams

The darkness of my life is more visible in the dark

And now I am trying to give it a voice, trying to speak my heart.