Musing

No emotion has ever been so painful so powerful,That it becomes even worse when you realise,This pathos is your own creation.Your very own misery.There seems to be three personas within your soul.The first is the one so down, so low.She cannot even raise her chin to meet her eyes reflection.The second she gazes down, With a steady look of disappointment, in her sad eyes.Finally, there is you.Unable to comprehend what to do.How to rectify the situation.Who doesn’t know what will stop the steady flow of tears,Rolling down your face.The tears that scald the very core of you. Only to know when you awake the next day and the next,It will feel so much worse.