The dirge in my heart

Why are mornings this hard? 

Waking up with a pang in my heart 

Catering the train of thoughts

With surreal reasons to say.

I hoped days to get better 

And it did for sometime 

But this dirge never stopped

Echoing out my fears

Being sad for the unknown 

Trying hard for what's not mine

Life still goes a mess

No matter how I long to mould.

When perfect things happens

"Don't", My mind yells at me

I try to listen and follow her blind 

As I know it's just us in the end.

I wanted to think 

Let it go, and let it be

But tears clogg my eyes

Too trapped in depths to do so.

Everything seems magical 

But the pain still holds me back

Don't go there, don't fall deep

Broken things can rarely be mend.

Love isn't that which mends

Love is just that which loves

The flaws, the scars , the pains

And lets your hope beyond heavens.