Weal

My 

Silence doesn't 

Speak the truth, 

My smile 

It doesn't unfold the truth.

 

The betrayal 

Of yours have slapped 

And given me a weal 

In heart 

That I can never eliminate. 

I feel the ache inside 

But I pretend 

That I am not flummoxed.

How long pain 

Will be with me,

Whenever I question 

My helplessness, 

From the welkin 

Answer comes, 

'till your survival 

In this mortal world'?