This poem was submitted by Maieh in early October. It is her first submission since her September interview. - poetheart 12/12/01
I could close my eyes
see not what I ought to see.
Pretend to be blind, deaf
incapable
So as not to be pained, torn.
But it left me otherwise
and from such ache I suffered
I now only write of what my heart knows
The pain, the bruise,
the irreparable scar.
Not of loss.
Not of inanition.
But of love spoken.
But of love never returned.
by Maieh