The tale of woe continued, the colour of my blood is pain
Unshared, dejected.
A piece of sorrow hemmed in, in my throat, choking my smile
Regardless, I bear
Even the tears are afraid to retire
Will be left with nothing, then,
Stealing some saline crystals
To erase the black smile, hidden beneath my skin,
The spelling of 'smile', I don't remember
I don't smile anymore...
© Neha R Krishna
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