Love's Stolen Moments

Void in the pit of the stomach felt

Night descending like a heavy fog

Loneliness creeps in when not looking

The still, quietness becomes irritation

And each stoke of the clock is felt

Days filled with work, and the light

Rewarding duty and praise of others

Conversing with friends that are beyond worthy

Seeps into the sad, lonely heart

If only this feeling followed one into the night

Obligation and duty are truly of a higher plane

Yet peace, fulfillment and joy is lacking

Conflicting feelings leap into guilt

Sleeping alone is not what was expected

So once again night comes like the rain

Trying to find comfort, and love that is real

Seems only a dream that can't be complete

Secret desires and fantasizes fill 

The void in the pit of the stomach felt

Relishing moments of touching souls on the steal

Reviews

[OT]

Really lovely piece here, you paint a great picture of the constant struggles faced when dealing with mundane routines, and feeling the dissatisfaction with it. I also like the sense of wanting to take a risk, but scared to see it through, ultimately leading to the internal conflict of the "guilt". I think it could be edited it up a bit at parts, but definitely a good write!

[tshigg]

And each "Stoke" should be stroke of the clock.

Very COOL! I can definately feel the conflict and understand it from a therapists standpoint. Serving and waiting for the acknowledgement or the "rewards" from service. It is a lonley road sometimes. Tough for others (non therapist to understand). I think you did a beautiful job of capturing the opposing feelings in your work/life. The last sentence is awesome! I am still thinking about that one : )!