The w a i t
"I came to the conclusion that unrealized hopes, even small ones, were always wrenching."
~ Nicholas Sparks
when follicles don't rupture
heart does, bit by broken bit
pieces of withholden dreams
shattering, eyes leaking pain
the agony is immense
soul tears that linger unwiped
babies remain dreams for now
unrealised realities
hopes dashed into smithereens
fractured frame of frozen mind
is this called long-suffering?
stillness... the wait continues
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