Meena it takes an eternity for pain to recede, sometimes it never succeeds. It is a battle to keep that pain from taking over our lives.

In this line, should the word These be This
^^^
which rules these black terrain,
which rules this black terrain.

Meena,

There is no need to tell you how much I appreciate your pieces. Your poem is beautifiul. Thanks for taking your time and leave me a comment.That was very kind of you.

Though sad but this is one the best piece i have come across in a long long time. Heart wrenching.

all the best and take care

Pulling it off :P

Burying bits of me
with no hope
this battle my mind can't let go,
to a bleak world I flee
just to cope
from the past's unforgiving foe.

^ I love how the author has mentioned "burying bits of me". Which indicates that the pain isnt a one time thing, the author is haunted by the same thoughts every day and is breaking day after day.

It isnt something time can erase.

Hushed rain, it's not over
never will
for the wound sits deep in the heart,
exhausation takes over
and sleep fills
yet with each dawn dejection starts.

^ The hushed rain, each drop a painful memory, a mistake irreversible. Each drop a sleepless night. It may not ever stop to pour upon the fictive umbrella, i.e figuratively never stop to pour upon the head of the author.

I love how you've mentioned "dejection". Adds technicality to the poem, which I love.

Very well written.

Your words create a sad mood 'bleak' 'dejection' etc -your rhyming words fits in perfectly with the form and theme of this poem about sadness/emotional pain................and coping mechanisms. Lovely write Meena :)

This is one form that I have never used.

You have created a beautiful write even though this is so heart wrenching to read.