Loneliness

It’s times like this when the loneliness is so intense it’s as if there is a noose around my neck.  It cripples me with grief and makes even the simplest task seem like the most daunting feat.  Amazing how draining it can be to long to be held, to long to be kissed and caressed, and to be told that you are loved, that you are desired and needed.

Sitting in my room
Staring at my ceiling
Wondering if my life has meaning
If tomorrow I didn’t wake
If all that I am ceased to be
Would there be anyone mourning me

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.