Gaze
Tired of these lover’s gazes
Not directed at me.
Tired of loneliness
It haunts me,
Every gaze I see.
I do not want their end.
I merely want one to look back,
A face that gazes at me,
More than just friends in those eyes.
It's been a long time since I posted. But now I’m back finally. I wrote this poem a long time ago but never posted it. Lately, I’ve had a lot of emotional turmoil and perhaps in this reflective state, I feel comfortable with the vulnerability that my poetry brings to the table. While this is an old poem, I still come back to this poem at difficult moments for I think these thought many a day.
A friend of mine finally kicked me into posting (thanks Ikram). But I have been writing regularly lately.
If you just found out I’m a poet, I have many more stories and poems already posted and I’ll be posting more regularly now (hopefully).