listening
the sounds from those
tears over expectations
not met
though not abandoned
monotonous duties
so much to grieve
unappealing wasted time
all to be waiting again
the icy still muscle
of my heart longs
for the mundane task
that brings such dissatisfaction
the warm bodies who ignore
and never see what is
the days that slip by unfulfilled
with your deep breath
you sob your misery
and wish death upon your self
longing for when there will be no pain
no sadness to feel
or crush of loneliness
lifeless in my grave
without dream
I cannot grieve your sorrow
your dejection
over things not yet lost
take my death upon you
feel what I do not feel
no pity for your pain
no sorrow for your misery
take my death and
I will take
your expectations
not met
though not abandoned
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Amazing poem. I hope you can find a way to warm your heart. That’s a big step toward opening to a more liveable life. Yet I know how hard that can be. A cold heart cannot hurt.