I'm weary; I seek a resting place.
I'm lonely; I need companionship.
My heart is sore; I require
My memories plague me; I must find
But I don't know how to ask for these
Have I come to the right place?
Will my long journey finally end here?
Have I found what I've sought for so
Or is this another lovely, empty
A theater with enticing, vacuous
"I'm not an empathic person, but I play
I cannot bear more disappointment;
Can't you feel my anguish?
One more hollow phrase will pierce me
like a lance -
I will drown in this swirl of
Like a helpless babe caught in a raging
Damn you; stop talking and listen!
Sense what I leave unexpressed.
You claim to have walked this path
Can't you see through the bravado in my
Where is your insight and compassion?
I throb with sub-vocal cries for help;
I pulse with the need to reach out for
My eyes beseech even as I turn away...
But you do not discern my wordless
You neither see nor hear the inner me.
I must move on.
©7/15/2006 by Thurman P. Woodfork
Dedicated to the Veterans