Silent Ache

by T.M.

There’s this silent ache
A hollow, empty, void
Of nothingness,
Desiring her fill
Of someday promised
From want, tears, lack
Regrets, sorrow.
Though silent,
Its echo is louder than
Any Homecoming drumline,
Yet as unassuming as
A predator among prey.
Ache tramples my insides raw,
Ravenous in its
Foot patrol pursuit
Have I become
The doppelganger
Of Ache
Or has it
Singed away
All hope?

Silent Ache by T.M.

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