Within the silence of late afternoon
You both left me all alone
I came home every day
To an empty place
No warm embrace
Of someone who cared
Instead it was I who was left
To greet you
And make sure I knew
All the ways to make you happy
And not awaken anger
(It was your anger I feared
Most of all)
Within this space of emptiness
My soul ached
As I lost my way towards language
The silent comfort of television, music and food
Was what I used to nurture my soul on
So if I went mute
To deeper feelings or subtleties
Was it any wonder
Always aching and longing silently
To be noticed
True feeling turning dumb
Buried deep
So I now within the silence
I ache for love and touch
Do not let me squander my soul for it
For I deserve this most of all
One to cherish me
In every way
Body mind and soul
Accepting the wounds that
Deeper lay
Under this cover of silence
Beautiful poem my friend. Love
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Thanks so much for your support, Ashok.. It means a lot to me. β€
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Always a pleasure ππ€
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