Memories Beyond the Door
Blinded by tears that refuse to flow
Cornered by fears that refuse to go
I stand alone,
The emptiness inside is not a sign of calm
rather forbades the approaching storm,
The pain of loneliness is no longer a respite
the cup is full now… needs to tide
I need a shoulder to cry on,
To wail, to weep, to sob, to sigh
to breach the wall that stands so high.
1st May 2013
Copyright © Afroze Ali | Year Posted 2013
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