My Agony

Simile and metaphor in my poem
Substitute for an image of my agony
That I feel hurt by a rift
In fabric length of my soul,
Widened to an unbearable chasm
By the irreparable damage,
Caused by the glowing wounds
In the depth of my hearts.

Striven I’ve in sewing together
The edges between the rifts
By the strongly twisted threads.
But the bad stitches crafted by my hands
Reveal the scratches of the deep scars
That’s not hidden from others’ eyes
Even after my wound hailed.
Occupied I'm in
Veiling this scar in the rhythm
Of the poems created by
My agonized hearts.
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