Anatomy of Autumn
Pure Pain (சோகம்) — English
It doesn’t hit you like a thunderous, sudden crash,
Or turn your entire home to immediate, gray ash.
It’s the quiet, daily erosion of the things you knew,
The steady, agonizing draining of the brightest blue.
You wake up, you dress, you play your standard part,
Carrying the silent winter of a heavy, shattered heart.
Hoping that the shadows lingering on the bedroom wall
Won’t notice that you have no strength left at all.
Tags: Sad Poem, Emotional Pain, Loneliness English, Grief Thoughts
