Mshairi’s week of love: 4

by mshairi

Like a flower

Like a flower
His mind unfurls
At the thought of her
Unbidden
Unwelcome
Reminiscences tumble through
His unguarded mind
His soul
Words unspoken
Deeds undone
His world unravelled
Too late
He struggles
To halt the tide
Powerless
Memories overwhelm him
Pushing him to the edge
He cries out
None to hear him
See his pain
He is alone
Empty
And
Incomplete