There was pain
A heaviness in my chest
I didn’t know whether to cry or scream
It’s pain that couldn’t fathom actions
Just thoughts
They are not thoughts of realization
Or nostalgia
Or even sad words
Not even enough metaphors
Its stillness
You wish you can move
A deafening silence
That made you crave sound
A blindness that actually
Made you wish all you can see is nothing
This pain has no execution
Just this
It’s not bottled
You know it’s there
It’s not a late reaction
Yet I wonder why I’m not reacting
But you know you’ll explode
I’m not crying
Or screaming
I’m just feeling
It’s like a star
There is millions of it
Still and beautiful
They are just there, balls of gases
So still then it explodes
My pain is not as beautiful as the stars
My pain is doing its job
Demanding to be felt
Dear Juliet 