The pain I feel is not from your words, but better yet from your lack of them.

My heart gets yanked on everytime I’m left to find things out from others and not you

Words hold so much power and yet for some reason I get them from everyone, but whom?

My mind keeps spinning around this topic like the earth revolving around the sun

This issue should be in the background like a dimmed bulb yet it flashes bright like an automatic gun

Constant echoes of the syllables beating through my head like African drums

But the rhythm does not make me want to dance

There is no joy
There is no peace
There is very little happiness that comes from me

Words are in my bones
It’s what I breathe
It’s how I eat
I even speak them when I sleep

So to deny me this one simple thing
Shows me how much our relationship means to a woman who calls me her everything…

Published by Divine Time Podcast/ Blog

Sharing my mind and knowledge with the world via podcast, and written knowledge. I will have poems, short stories and of course my podcast episodes uploaded weekly. Stay tuned and enjoy the Divine Time.

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