Pain

 

There is a pain that can't be deciphered
There are series of thoughts that needs to be heard.

But the voices that wants to come out
are stuck when they meet the eyes.
The eyes that want to reduce your sufferings being an ear to your whispers.

Still pondering onto the thoughts of,
"How to comfort, once the words are spoken".

Then you gaze the eyes and decide
Not to speak your actual thoughts clearly.
Bothering the empath, his thoughts might get affected.

And then again, you swallow some pain
and share some.
A relief for little part of your soul
And excruciating for the other.

A pain that isn't deciphered and remains intact as a wound.
Wound that needs healing without any medication of love.

Sheeza Farooq 💓