Masterpiece of pain

 

Masterpiece of Pain

Each night becomes a masterpiece of pain,

Lingering in her broken heart,

Searching for what once was

And what now remains.

She sips memories,

Living the curse of love

In her cozy domicile.

Amidst the shards of broken stars,

She lost it—

A constellation of pain

Still standing tall,

Monumental in its sorrow,

Gazing at its tragic beauty.

The day that mattered most

Is now a memorial

To the one she loved and lost.

Sitting within a canvas of thoughts,

She journeys to unreached cores

Of what was—

A thing that flickered briefly,

Like a storm in autumn winds.

Now it is pain,

Whispering its cruel lines

To her ears,

A reminder of love stolen by time,

Leaving behind—

|| Deep scars,

|| Unhealed wounds,

|| Blurry eyes,

|| And hope // soons.

She gets lost with every blink,

Caught in the mysteries of unreached spaces,

Of love—what was,

And

 what could never be again.

©® MZEE MACH