Embraced by endurance(metaphoric)- ©Nisha

There’s too much to endure in silence
Or harbour in deep remorse
Your developing interest elsewhere
Rocked my boat off its coast

Your once, cascading sunlight
Engraved my soul in scars
Butterflies flee out of me in seconds
Dousing all the kindled embers

My relentless misty salted tears
Gush out as if in a spree
I’m lying into a pool of crimson red
Washing myself, from me…