Left Unspoken

One Sentence

Screaming tears, interrupting a restless slumber.
Mindlessly sauntering, only pain everywhere.
A new day to receive another cold shoulder.
Cursing under exhales, trying not to stutter.

Breakfast eggs seem less salty than some expressions.
Swallowing big spoonfuls of hard accusations.
Mind filled denying thoughts, some refutations.
Yet big rough hands stopped any articulations.

Eyes blurring in continuous streams of waterfall.
Quivering hands, still grasping, forcing not to fall.
Tired and bruised knees, holding on, about to stand tall.
Efforts remain useless, just leaning on the wall.

Countless memories flashed in unending sequence.
Snarky remarks, slapping my unwanted presence
Hope for a gentle love, broken by one sentence:
"Everything comes with a conditonal essence"