…is, are you?

Never had seen such piercing stare.
Makes me wonder what you have in there.

Sad, are you?
So I drift in the emptiness of your smile,
In the hollowness of your words.

Spent, are you?
So I drown in the depth of your sigh,
In the weight of your silence.

Stiff, are you?
So I shrink in the demand of your grip,
In the limits of your ideals.

Stuck, are you?
So I struggle in the burden of your denial,
In the truth of your misery.

I know what you are.
I’m willing to accept you.
But the question
Is, are you?

Photo credits:

https://m.facebook.com/cornycopiabyiris/

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: