Heart, Hearth, Silence

I hear me scream
A long-drawn wail
follows desperate calls
till voice grows hoarse
sound bytes grow faint
the din of  peak-time traffic
the rush to claim success
drowns my gasping voice
and taunting, angry faces
accuse and mock
as breath seeps out
like blood from a fresh wound
staining both present and future.
Does my love deserve turmoil?
An open heart, my open hearth
enjoyed and usurped
abused, violated, abandoned
 left to mourn in silence.