Fragility Poem by Gerald Opio

My love, listen to my heart.
Heed to my longing soul, it aches excruciatingly.
Align with its rhythmic call of love, incessantly seeking for you.
A rhythm that pulpitates my heart, rooting it to pound so hard.

A sudden phobia I feel, when you don't pick up my calls.
Self doubt I am casted in, thinking of whether I wronged you.
Wallowing in ceaseless thoughts,
Fragile I become.

Fragility evokes anxiety, a state of distress.
Reciprocate my missed calls, or else I am shrivelling.
From a lack of sleep, uncertain of your whereabouts.
Thoughts about you cloud my mind.

I try, again and again.
To call you, but up to no avail.
All in vein are my efforts, futile they are.
Debilitating are your deeds, so impassive they are.
Rendering me helpless and hopeless simultaneously.