Hurt

Your long silence agonizes me;
I sense a thousand feathered thoughts;
They pierce my heart; tear it asunder;
Splinter, fragile glass; fragmented , strewn, the footpath.
Still. Stutters, sputters, gasps, blood smattered on scared paves,
I hold wounds of longing folds of nostalgia,
Some Samurai soul: brandished sword held back in humiliation,
Of love ridden capitulation, fear of abject surrender,
Unrequited , undrawn ,unsure.
Trampled upon, torrid trapped, tired.
Swept- past the history of our association,
Now some trash, deleted file,
The calls of despair are but
perched on the twigs of hope.

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