Second Unknown

This one I wrote when I was missing someone very close to me badly....The place in this poem is real..Its my bedroom.

-Unknown-

I sit on my bed in this cold dark basement
holding my knees close to my chest
a harsh sob rips through my body
your face and your voice running through my head
Its torture not having you here and having to cry alone where no one can hear
my hands start to shake and my face is stained with tears
my throat tight and sore
Slowly I sink into my bed wanting to sink away from everyone one and go to the place you are
closing my eyes your face flashes before my eyes and my sobbing becomes louder
I cry out into the night until my whole body hurts
I feel you are the only one who can ease my pain and wipe away my tears
I cry on and on until exhaustion takes my body and mind
my tears have soaked my pillow, but I just curl into myself
slipping into a deep lonely sleep