The quill occupies <br />a quivering hand, <br />animates my thoughts. <br />Justice not done. <br /> <br />A distended heart cries, <br />to you it sounds <br />like another sound, . <br />The melancholy, unheard. <br /> <br />Each time you slip, <br />off your contour, <br />I blush. <br />A weakness disclosed. <br /> <br />Memories, soured <br />by stipulations, <br />you struggle to forget, <br />Wounds re-exposed. <br /> <br />For the unattainable, <br />I try, <br />And never tire, <br />Perseverance assessed. <br /> <br />My pain, never shared, <br />scrutinized by <br />your reproachful eyes, <br />Condolence missed! <br /> <br />Day by day, <br />I age. <br />The dead parts wither. <br />I wait. <br /> <br />Wait for the tears to taste sweet.<br /><br />Neethi (10 Aug 1990)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/obtuse/
