Baskadia

In the wake of bonds once strong and true

Lies a tale of heartache, pain anew

Unaware of the cuts of the heart

Wounds that linger, secrets that destroys

Once entwined in laughter's sweet embrace

Now estranged, each in their own space

Words unspoken, rifts unhealed

In the heart's chambers, emotions concealed

Like an ulcer, hidden, gnawing within

The ache of loss, a constant din

Memories play in bittersweet refrain

And whispers that roars and echoes

When it roars both the soul and the heart are attacked

Once shattered, healing seems like mission impossible

Healing the ulcers of a wounded mind

Forgiveness might be pathways to mend, yet not sure

So let us learn from wounds and strife

Cherish connections, breathe new life

For even in pain, there's wisdom to glean

From the heart that bleeds out emotions (hatred) hope can gleam.

Composed by CHRONICLES-OF-A-TALE