Loss, it hurts,
And stays with you,
As your days travel,
As your nights stand still,
With the feeling,
Of a hunted soul,
Looking desperately,
For answers,
Questioning the reality,
And rereading the illusions,
Loss, it shatters,
Tearing into you,
Crushing your sense of being,
And it remains with you,
Awaiting the answers,
Or seeking the day,
When you have lived enough,
To make peace with it,
Accepting the reality of it,
As the feeling stays, forever..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/