The Pleading

by vermismeridiem

Sick

To death

Of my nonchalant

Toughness;

 

Of concealing

What hurts

With a shrug,

 

Saying “there’s more where I come from,”

Shoving the shouts

And tears

Into back pockets

Until they are bulging

At the seams.

 

Emptiness is eating away

The best of yours truly;

Someone please

Spare your

Tenderness—

 

Bring me back to life

With your calming

Touch and Kindness.

 

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