The Pleading
Sick
To death
Of my nonchalant
Toughness;
Of concealing
What hurts
With a shrug,
Saying “there’s more where I come from,”
Shoving the shouts
And tears
Into back pockets
Until they are bulging
At the seams.
Emptiness is eating away
The best of yours truly;
Someone please
Spare your
Tenderness—
Bring me back to life
With your calming
Touch and Kindness.
Particular Moments 