Aching Poem by Yvonne Iversen

I got to find a way to make you feel.
Make you understand me.
Just be true.
I'm going to find a way.
There shouldn't be sweeping pain.
I wish I could show you,
the same dull aching which grows inside of me.
There are no exits.
Only reality,
walk here with me.
I weep,
without permission.
Is it closure?
Be ready,
though still in disguise.
It's too heavy for me.
I just wanted somebody to care.
It's like a wonder overdue.
Your talk.
Do you know how it feels?