Saturday, March 30, 2013

English Poem 28: My New Routine

Loneliness had become a tasteless pill to swallow lately,
Even though I am surrounded with people mostly,
Whispers of your name is what I am hearing constantly,
While flashes of our memories playing in my head repeatedly,
Sleepless nights are what I am dealing with daily,
Wishing every morning, time would heal this pain slyly,
Realizing there is life beyond you and me slowly,
Keeping myself busy by venting my thoughts regularly,
Hoping you would somehow hear them one day secretly.

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