regolith

[hisveryabsence]

I have a story to tell. Yet my audience is absent. Her ears are made for others' whispers. Her eyes for the sunset in his eyes. Her smiles only echoes the flutter of her heart at his whim. Each word unsaid is a razor in my throat and all I've said is in silence. Here lies truth gone astray. Here lies again bitter dismay. This hurt is familiar and

Comments

[hisveryabsence]

thank you. your comment made my day. :)

[anonymous]

although its depressing, i do like it. its been awhie since any updates from you. like the previous poem entry too.

[hisveryabsence]

It's the same as yours. This is my release too. Do I know you personally?

[anonymous]

Yeah you do.. What do u mean its the same as mine?

[hisveryabsence]

You write as a release. That's what I'm doing too.

Do you intend to keep your anonymity? If you do, I won't pry.