Begging Did Me No Good Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

reaching out into the void
I am reminded
again
that the worlds
I attempt to fill
with love and tenderness
will continually use
the essence of me
taking what is needed
when and where
convenience carries the whim...
with nary a whisper in return
the more I whimper
in sorrow against it
the faster I dissapear
asking and tears
do not even turn heads
I am without power to fight
that which I do not
comprehend.
all that remains now
lies bleeding
life seeping
in utter silence.