No escape from impending grief,
no air to breathe,no relief.
Choked from the inside,
exuding tears,
I need someone to talk to,
please listen to my fears.
Busy,unreachable,on a saturday
as expected,
my false laugh,as a wordless bluff
if only one suspected.
Am I that morbid?
Have people been forbid
to even keep up pretenses
or release empty assurances?
I need a voice
anyone,not a choice
for sometimes a human hand,
does parallel a magic wand
and dispell underlying gloom.
I guess when you left
out walked my will to live..
I die everyday waiting for providence
to take the life am willing to give.
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