
Musings of a Teenager
Here and now again
in solitude
with a potpourri of thoughts nonsense
albeit a subject indefinite.
Nothing.
All there is
is the image of you,
humming the sweetest song,
enjoying every minute of what life has to offer.
As if you were the only one there.
But I was there too
under the blanket of pretence
with eyes fixated on you
and yours not on me
not even a second.
Nothing.
You were blind.
I was mute
thinking aloud but silence is perpetual.
What good are words
if you were deaf?
You ARE deaf.
I should have known.
I dwell in despair’s domicile,
no joy is known
no pity from anyone.
I am sick
of waiting
of hoping
for nothing
and nothing’s changed.
How long is this waiting,
my being mute,
your being deaf
that leads to nothing?
And on nothing goes
and no one I’ll always be
to you.
*For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Solitude.
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