Yet painful
The tragic shock and the perplexed circumstances
The sorrowful soul with a displeased face
The burdened mind inside a discomforted body
All turned my light into deep darkness.
Yet painful
Yes I knew it was a scar, though wasn't seen but felt
A scar with no origin
No injury
No surgery
But felt itchy
It is unknown
Yet hurts like a stab wound.
Yet hurts like losing a dear person
Which it's memory never disappears
It is unknown
Yet I am filled with pains and agony
That I no longer feel the comfort the air gives
It is a scar
An unknown painful scar.
Scars live with men even when the traces are gone. They live in the soul and memories bring back the feeling.
The most agonizing scar ever is the one that has been left in our hearts, and it is an invisible one. Nobody can see it, but you can feel it.
A very reflective poem, the scars you mention are not seen but they hurt, either by a deceased family member or a heartbreak, but courage my friend, we must move forward ☺