Your sounds are filled with forte
They consume my thoughts
They suppress my cheer
Handcuffed to your expectations…

Lips chapped with a thick layer of
Anger, frustration and spite
Words coated with spurned disappointment
Centered with apathy and a
Heart of weathered, warped wood…

Your words are filled with air
They are dull and lifeless.
Shattered shards of emotion
Slice through psyche…

Closure seeking but never sought.
The end is in strained reach but
Merely delayed for a
Chance given and returned.