Emptiness within,
Need for feelings to fill in;
Long for those stretched arms,
That never harms.
Tears roll and roll by,
The words choked in the throat;
Hard to gulp or spit out,
Not reachable announces the modern mobile.
Not convinced by others to forget,
Longing to meet, see, touch and hear;
When a loved one is not near,
Closing my palms and making fists.
Ears reacting to every hiss,
Doorbells, phone bills crying alike;
Holding my breathe for a while,
Feel agitated yet fragile.
Who cares who is interested?
Life is disgusted;
The roses look pale, cuckoos weep,
Like the whole world is fast asleep.
I am awake with ache,
With a hope that is bleak;
To upheld self,
And assert oneself.
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