My voice doesn’t reach you there
But I know you hear it
My screams get numbed
But I hope my silences scrape you
a forlorn attempt to hold you
a whimsical endeavor to outgrow you
my memory poisoning my dreams
your absence obscuring my senses
when sunlight enters, I see
the bright light mocking me.
A voice always calling out to you
doesn’t matter it’s day or at night
Morning is meant to illuminate
not to succumb to dark.
Collecting souvenirs of wretched soul
my voice eventually chokes to death.
Love is A double edged sword..!!! Nicely written.
First, Sorry for the late reply.
Thanks for sharing your views. 🙂
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Brilliant!
Thanks a lot Rashmi 🙂
and sorry for the late reply 😉
Oh wow, powerful!
Thank you for your precious comments, Christy and an apology for late response
OH MAN….THIS HURTS!
Thanks a lot John. I always await your views 🙂
and sorry for late response