The Lost Love

That one moment might be the
ugliest one.
Not in the sense of appearance
but in the sense of dejection it gave,
that must be the deadliest one.

Life has come to a standstill
Was it the infatuation or the real love?
Those deep scars it left on heart, one can't fill.
Sorrow and grief all above.

The arrow of Lamentation
I can't pull it out.
Can anyone take that arrow out?
It torments me a lot.

That was the major loss I had.
The lost love can never be
revived, brutally bad.

Can anyone find that love?
No, because it is all above.
You cannot make me relieved, it's uncanny.
The silence of lost love in every nook and cranny.

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