Why Speak When Words Alone Are Not Enough.

“The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved.” —Mother Teresa

Too many words have been spoken,

time and energy wasted.

Promises broken,

lovelessness, tasted.

This silence feels like a heavy shroud,

a quietness that speaks louder than any crowd.

In my sleep, I find a fragile peace,

a chance for my weary soul to finally release.

A new day approaches, sorrow lingers,

My heart, bruised and blistered.

I can’t continue to live like this,

Can’t you see, something’s amiss?

Our love has grown cold,

I question what our future beholds.

Silence only delays the inevitable,

Leaving this marriage, questionable.

–Since you clearly don’t care enough to read my poems anymore, I guess you will never know how I feel.

Heartland Echoes