Sea of Unshed Tears

Buried is where it's all left  Rendering most of it void Strangers We already prove that definition  No humor. No proximity  Merely glances in lost hope  A novel only they can fathom  Closing a chapter with a continuation  But searching for a story with no ending.

  Wishful thinking beyond their means  Memories drained of longing 

Love and hate, yet again the norm  The cycle haunts us Creating room for a past but not a commitment  Patiently awaiting that silver lining  With the silent violence that surrounds us Encompassing in all it's might 

Tainted and unrequited.