You got home empty;
the feeling of nausea after everything
You forced a smile
but it felt like you're bold
Your lips are numb;
would someone see it?
Your hands are clammy;
would anyone take notice?
Because you can't compel them
to understand
to mourn
to grieve
over what's not theirs;
not until you're one to talk
to converse
what's unspoken in your reveries.
Even though everything
was already said,
don't attempt to lie on my face.
You still wish for someone
whose ears and eyes
were on the feelings
even you,
cannot find.
-4:59pm silence
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"i have nothing to write i am not even free not until i find the sugar for my coffee"
