Dark are the clouds that storm in my mind
I feel the world turn and I am left behind
I crave from her just a single touch
Is what I need really so much
I long to have someone need me again
I doubt they would notice if I were to end
The children scurry by with their usual play
With little or nothing for me do they say
She rushes her and there with so much to do
And says to me I wish I had more time for you
I stand in the shower with water burning hot
Enveloped in mind and body with the pain I’ve wrought
Obliviously she goes about her nightly routine
Dark cloud rage inside me to her unseen
Where is the woman that was my other half
That almost cried each night when I drew her bath
Where is the being that long for my touch
Where is the woman I still love so much
Will she help pull me from this terrible funk
Or like the titanic is all hope sunk
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