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