Wounded

Wounded I am

With a sharp knife

Mine heart…bleeding

Glimpses of the past

Remind me of you

My tears…flowing

You choose to be silent

My heart is confused

You…slowly drifting

Here I am

Like an island in a vast ocean

As lonely as a rock in a desert

Longing for your presence

in a desolate place

Yes! Wounded, am I? I am.

Only you can fill

Like a rain in a very dry land.

(I wrote this poem on September 7th, 2008 at 10:40 PM- 10:55 PM)

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