Yearning

Fed up

I yearn and yearn for the soft cuddle that warms me like soothing summer. But what i get is only cold sword piercing the depth, and tearing my heart away into so many fragments, picturing my deep growl, wail and my scream within.

Is it punishment or the wrath of someone's greed dawned on me? So many rhetorics, that never end. I try to rise from this loom, or go unnoticed, where i would atleast avenge them with my absence. But i need them badly, where go back and get hurt, endless process.

Oh! How could i say... Those blue screens, they just remove someone's wits from one, blind his eyes from the rest of the world. Fail him from the real emotions that wait to be recked. Those commercials, make him laugh, when the person next to him cries.

I feel so incomplete, forgotten... Silent outside, boiling within, helplessly...