Elixir - The Magical Potion

 Sometimes talking about pain is a curse, It doesn't help, rather makes it worse. brings out all the hidden truths about the past,  buried deep inside the heart wearing a happy mask. About which no one knows,  now, pricking it, it just blows. The poignant thoughts in the mind plays again and again in an endless loop, lamenting on the things that can't be changed, making head stoop. Pain written all over the soul in the form of bruises, no soothing hymn, no medication, everything useless. Nothing can heal this devastating pain, sometimes a loved one's smile may help keep the soul sane. But the deepest condolences for the bleeding heart, it can never be saved, even after the soul departs.

With the clock ticking tick-tock, the thoughts in my head change; As every second goes by, they mutate their shape. I don't want to give up the space in my heart, to the aimless illusions ripping me apart. With the pendulum swinging back and forth, my heart keeps alternating. midway past and present it's stuck, wobbling around, chaos stirring. I'm confounded between worlds, confused, I need to stop twanging my feelings and ending up bruised. But what if here forever I'm stuck  and all I can hear is the clock ticking tick-tock.