Monday, 4 September 2017

A Truth

Wide awake in the dead of night,
I wait,
I wait knowing nothing awaits me,
Nothing.
With eyes wide open I stare,
Into the night,
Into the dark emptiness,
Much like my heart.
How I wish and hope,
Yearn for a touch,
A caress,
A soft breath of warmth by me.
How I wish and pray,
For the day that will never be,
Though I know,
I cannot stop.
I will not stop,
All my life yet before me,
All alone,
Always yearning.

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