Festering Splinter

An Emptiness

Filled with this negativity

And the sentiments, with which you just don’t agree.

You say that I don’t see,

where the real problem lies.

But behind your eyes, you want things where I can’t compromise.

The smoky haze, creates a glaze that mask the tears that linger.

A hopeless gaze, not just a phase that disguises a festering splinter.