Grievous Separation

A horrific thunderbolt

hit me right at my chest.

Oh! what an assault.

A hundred carafes of poison

or

the thousand rounds of bullets

would have hurt less

than the pain it caused

when

you abandoned me.

But,

I tried to deal with it.

‘Move on’,

I urged my inner me.

‘I am not a loser.

Quitting is never an option’,

I tried to pacify the anguish.

It did not aid.

The palpable twinge

troubled more;

aww! my delicate heart.

To sweep away the woe,

I pact with the booze.

Alas!

Every sip of the nasty tipple

ousted heavy flood

from my shuddering eyes.

I could tell you , love,

that was quite a sight.

Still the heart pounding,

the excruciating truth,

still unsolved.

I banged my liquor’s glass

in sheer dismay.

Sane enough to halt

the bleeding from the wound,

I searched the bandage.

Sadly, the wound was in heart,

Tissue would not help.

 - Bhaskar Dhakal