I am robbed
of eloquence
Measly words
that doesn't seem
sincere enough
To prove
my affections
My thoughts
and
emotions
Hidden behind
closed windows
Neither light
nor spark
can shed
some clarity
Of grief
and pain
The unbidden
hurt I
have inflicted
on me
A thirst
for sympathy
and wordless
understanding

She haunts souls
In abandoned voices
Witnessing stories
In fragile minds

In the midst of dust
Words are lying
She gathers them all
To cure the blind

She longs for the whole
And gifts the world
With stories unheard
From left behinds