what makes up a word
thoughts scrambled inside out
hanging in mid air
they resonate
humming in my head
happiness they excude
relieveing the pain
the anguish unclaimed
hurting like unrequited love
unanswered questions remain
brimming tears
throttle my words
silently, like a prayer
i refrain my reactions
ageing in just seconds..
i now long for tears..
1 comment:
Thats called a " real quality stuff " ....great piece of work indeed ....Great Going ........
Rocky
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