Trauma

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I can sense you 

You didn’t come for me

I can hear the cries

But not from my family

Being helpless

In their words

I am a ‘cabbage’

And you are roaming around

My mouth is dry

The body is weak

They wrote ‘Nil through mouth’

Thinking, 

that will invite you.

Needles are attached

The sores are painful.

The smell of blood

Is that keeping you away?

I am waiting

Please don’t be late

runny eyes looking for you.

I am waiting only for you.