This is a deeply moving and evocative piece. I have tried to capture that heavy, disorienting ache of grief and helplessness—especially, the contrast between "rich memories" and "words left unsaid." I tried to capture the deeper psychological state of holding onto a pain I can't quite define.
My eyes are holding sights I cannot place,
An empty look upon a weary face.
My heart is gripped by sharp and sudden pain,
A new despair that falls like chilling rain.
My chest feels the sharp, painful sting of a new despair
A helplessness I carry, though the cause is not laid bare.
The memories are rich with words I left unsaid,
And in those silent thoughts, my life was truly dead.
My heart won't let go of the gentle moments gone,
What good is trying now, from dusk until dawn?
My dearest dreams and wishes lie in pieces on the floor,
I don't know how to gather them, or what I'm waiting for.
© Hena Ghosh
Photo source:-- Gemini AI generated
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