Invisible Bruises

Invisible Bruises

I cry and stop, and then cry again.
My own sobs become lullaby,
between the bouts of pain I sleep.
An invisible cord ties my hands.
I yell as if someone pulled me by hair.
I check my nose if it still spurts
blood and if forearm still hurts.

There's no redness, no cut as such,
no mark of scratch,
and no abrasion on the neck
but what is it that aches now?

Even if you didn't breathe love
and never aspired me before treasures,
you had sworn to fight all odds
for the sake of my happiness.

How could I condone an eclipse
spoil the halo around my sunshine
that had to lit my paths
and blossom my withering buds?

How could I endure the pain
afflicted by the one
who should have been a salve
to all my predicaments,
and untie the knots
intertwined in my destiny?
Under the stimulus of drug abuse
you had forgotten
the reverence for home and relations.

Now the wheel of fortune
has turned turtle,
with me in the bars of peace
and you in a disgraced grave.

Originally published in Shout it Out, an anthology published by Lost Tower Publications, London 2016