Throbbing of heart rains inside
With rare refrain of pangs
And enduring pain,
To feel less hurt;
All the waters of eyes seem
Strained, yet clogged-up
In deep dark red
Along the dabbling drain
Where my soulful notes
Fall flat but in vain.
Ignored, unheard, unnoticed...
Sweet stabbed scars,
Afresh with scabs stale
Hailed, healed up in time albeit,
My salty essence feels,
Still falls and rolls
With a rising cadence
But coherent
With subtle thoughts
Resiliently deeper than the pit
Of silence. Impassioned!
Patient! I never let myself cry
But my poetry does,
As it alone feels much more
Heaviness of grief
Wearing my heart on its sleeve,
Seeking kindness in love
In this unkind world.
