Through this weepy sadness,
Your smile brings me through.
I have nothing left in me,
Yet, You make me joyfull.
This pain, I endure alone,
A burden on my shoulders,
Your sweet, kind words,
Help remove these boulders.
But, lately you have been distant,
As I am left to just observe,
Your quiet ignoring,
Is just too much that’s served.
This is agony without a shout.
Uttering from Jenn's Pen 