Through the Storm

All my life, I've known pain,

Each, a thorn in memory, never will drain.

I've tasted poison, its bitter sting,

Yet your hurt is more than everything.

Various tests and accidents, I've fought,

A story in each scar, lessons it taught.

Without your presence, a void so deep,

A wound that lasts, refuses to sleep.

I've bid farewell to loved ones dear,

Their absence is sorrow, a silent fear.

Yet your departure cuts like a knife,

A pain unmatched in this life.

The grief, the hurt, pain in blood,

Each drop is a proof, like a river it sped.

Regret, a shadow will haunts my days,

In the reflection of your absence, it still stays.

Through the Storm I stand, broken and bruised,

In the wake of love, I will be accused.

Your absence, a wound that won't heal,

A pain so sharp and heavy, I shall conceal.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind