Screaming

At the top of my lungs

Yet no sound comes out

I don’t want to be here, but I stay,

For I wish not to bring you hurt by walking away

Many a times, I have left…

In the past, I felt…

You, endure The pain I dealt

 

Now, afraid to serve it once mor

Certainly, I stay, although…

My heart moved on, those many years ago

And now, I dream of us no mor

 

It would be a fool’s delusions for me to assume,

That you do not realize…

That I am present no longer,

My mind at least,

Drifting away to else where,

Focussing its short-circuit concentration span…

To other cares,

While you are sitting right there,

Next to this undeserving idiot,

Waiting for me to love you back,

Yet I should be the one pining over you!

 

Your sweet love,

So patient,

Widely unconditional,

Deafly unheard,

Blindly unseen,

And the day you finally walk away,

The silence of the void you would have left,

The echo loud enough to hear,

The picture, so clear to see,

How good I had it,

And how much I never deserved you!