What happens of the unresolved conflicts?
When an apology doesn’t meet the blow
No compensation to pain is offered
And you’re left to heal on your own
What happens to the wound left open so?
Time heals all there is to heal they say.
But truly, time just fades your memory.
When all else takes over
And on to the next we move
The unresolved conflict silently stays.
We’re as made of pain as we’re of blood, aren’t we.
All of us carrying around dormant sentiments
Incomprehensible mostly to our own selves.
Not knowing why we cry at the sight of a good deed
Or why we’re bursting with emotions on a lonely midnight.
The open wounds surface at times we can’t hold back
For the feeling of deprived love is unyielding.
Do we all carry around expectations unmet
Live with half hearted apologies And make do with loved returned in shameful crumbs?
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