To those empty tears....
In a smothered attempt
To shelter your shadows....
Your heart shuts away
My stealthy approach.....
In the misconstrued arches
Of a timeless wait....
As my eyes search yours
To seep into your thoughts...
The wafts of cold
A bittersweet familiarity
Freeze my emotions
To an invisible standstill....
And as I seek the curtains
Of nonchalant cowardice....
Staging a break free
From self imposed chains....
You look at me through the mirror
Emanating pinches of pity.....
Leaving me behind
As the forsaken one....
1 comment:
alone is not always forsaken, i like the stained and subtly pained beauty of this poem. you have definitely matured as a poet. keep writing.
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