Never expected pain would come through.
Felt the worst, did not know what to do next.
I was awaiting in dark to know the truth.
Tears became my tea, emptiness – fodder.
My energy drained down through the bed legs.
Did absolutely nothing at all.
I sought help yet no one really cared much.
Pain also needed qualification?!
Oh! it is a yes from the society!
Hid it deep all because it hurts so much,
To be misunderstood by others.
But found love in depth and healed.
Knowledge sought in me through wounds that I,
Realised that Pain is a great teacher.
This is a sonnet, a version of poetry that has 14 lines with 10 syllables (vowel sounds) in each sentence. I simply gave it a try to know how much hard it was. It was a bit hard but manageable. Hope you liked it and thanks for reading.
The Poetry Vent 