Big Empty

Another older piece written a few years ago. Very personal and not exactly something I'll go into details about. You, the reader - shall have to make your own determination on its exact meaning.

What do I do when it's cold here,
Where is the warmth of his arms near?
Can't seem to let the thought slip away,
Guess here alone I shall stay.

I don't like being alone,
It's the only thing I've known.
I can't go out and find you,
But it's needing you I do.

Their are other fish in the sea,
But I need a special lover for me,
So maybe someday I'll get my wish,
Maybe someday I'll catch that fish.

He is so hard to find,
I might as well be blind.
Will I ever fill my desire,
Or will my heart simply expire?

I get so lonely In this room,
It seems more like a tomb.
So I'm left to think about it all,
Here to watch my heart fall.

I can't go on like this,
I need some sort of bliss!
Will he ever answer my cry,
Or alone will I die?

I hate this never ending urge,
Something I wish I could purge.
So many thing I need from him,
But all hope looks grim.

I want his arms around my waist,
I want his kiss to taste.
He could fill the empty space,
He could lift me from this place.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful description of loneliness. Your words allowed the reader to feel the need for someone near and embrace.
"I can't go on like this,
I need some sort of bliss!
Will he ever answer my cry,
Or alone will I die?"
All of feel the above lines. We must find something to make us come alive. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote