H.Sanbika is medically oriented by degree though she's not practicing it currently, Her passion on scribbling thoughts dragged her here.

We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

The Confidant

Here we are again

You, the one who can really comprehend

I hope you never get tired

To bear what sadness has sired

I noticed your cloak was tattered

And your pages nearly full and battered

I lashed my words when I am mad

At times, just drop my cold cold mind

You're just the open door

To shelter this core so poor

Your arms always open for my pen to cry

Though you never ask me why

My blood, my soul I poured to you

You're the ones who only knew

Even if you're mute and deaf

You're still there when everyone's left

© 2017 Himeko Sanbika

Comments

Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on November 02, 2017:

That's a very well constructed poem. I particularly like the last line. It's nice to have someone who is there when everyone else has left.