The memory of pain

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The memory of pain,

is a sharp blade,

cutting the skin

Not too much blood,

enough to expose the nerves

The naked nerves kiss the air;

and writhe in deadly agony

The memory of pain,

is walking laboriously,

on the dark road of regret

Each step, a burdensome effort,

unwilling to toil ahead

The tired feet drag along;

raising the dust clouds of guilt

The memory of pain,

is smelling deeply,

the stinging smell of anguish

Each breath burns the lungs,

each breath scalds the heart

But the body breathes on;

the soul the eternal victim

The memory of pain,

is an unwanted stench,

assaulting the senses

Each fume, a poisonous exposure,

each fume, a torturous encounter

But the smell keeps on assaulting;

the conscience welcomes it

The memory of pain,

is what keeps some alive;

and aware of life

Each day, a call for salvation,

each day, expecting damnation

The soul’ barely able to survive;

while understanding thrives

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Mueen Kanwar says:

March 9, 2018 at 8:06 pm

“The memory of pain,
is what keeps some alive;
and aware of life
Each day, a call for salvation,
each day, expecting damnation
The soul’ barely able to survive;
while understanding thrives”

Right on the money..!!

And in the aftermath… indeed…
it is a laborious walk of regret…
An unwilling burdensome effort,
to really want to go anywhere…
or want anything anymore…
Aah the guilt… Off letting it get to this…
Tired is the soul…
What does it all even matter anymore…
Now… Here… Today… Tomorrow…
Who cares…

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1. Shehryar Khawar says:
  
  March 9, 2018 at 8:12 pm
  
  Lol! Very pertinent my dear friend
  
  Reply
2. sushilove51 says:
  
  September 24, 2018 at 11:28 am
  
  way with words. Indeed!
  
  Reply
  1. Shehryar Khawar says:
    
    September 24, 2018 at 12:29 pm
    
    Thank you and interestingly the words speak of what I experience
    
    Reply
    1. sushilove51 says:
      
      September 24, 2018 at 2:11 pm
      
      you have gift. thanks for gifting everyone else
      
      Reply
  2. Mueen Kanwar says:
    
    September 24, 2018 at 5:16 pm
    
    Thanks Dear…
    
    Reply
SeHaR says:

March 11, 2018 at 7:40 pm

Outstanding , though full of guilt, pain and regret.

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1. Shehryar Khawar says:
  
  March 11, 2018 at 7:48 pm
  
  Thank you
  
  Reply

The memory of pain

The memory of pain,

is a sharp blade,

cutting the skin

Not too much blood,

enough to expose the nerves

The naked nerves kiss the air;

and writhe in deadly agony

The memory of pain,

is walking laboriously,

on the dark road of regret

Each step, a burdensome effort,

unwilling to toil ahead

The tired feet drag along;

raising the dust clouds of guilt

The memory of pain,

is smelling deeply,

the stinging smell of anguish

Each breath burns the lungs,

each breath scalds the heart

But the body breathes on;

the soul the eternal victim

The memory of pain,

is an unwanted stench,

assaulting the senses

Each fume, a poisonous exposure,

each fume, a torturous encounter

But the smell keeps on assaulting;

the conscience welcomes it

The memory of pain,

is what keeps some alive;

and aware of life

Each day, a call for salvation,

each day, expecting damnation

The soul’ barely able to survive;

while understanding thrives

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