THROB

 

 

 

Countless times I have
Wanted to scream.
I wanted you to hear me.
I wanted to hear you.
I wanted to understand.

 

Countless of times I have
Watched the hands on the
Clock.
I waited to long.
I waited not long enough.
You have gone.

 

The music plays,
I can't hear myself scream.
My skin bears the angry
Gash of a good thing gone
Horribly wrong.