THOSE EMPTY SPACES

An unnamed hurt

The tears pricking
Stinging my eyes

As they overflow

Trying to soothe
the pain
of an enforced
aloofness

A stepping back

Compulsive
Self-imposed

What do I rue

I love that pride

Still my heart aches
Goes out

Ineffectually trying
to fill
those empty spaces
you screen

Sometimes coldly
Firmly
Deriding mocking

Yet what do I
see so clearly
that makes me

Cry out in pain....

~Madeira Aftab~

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