The Freedom Lotus

As I stare into the bleak white ceiling
I question if you're feeling the way I'm feeling
The minutes begin to melt together with hours
And the depression, my soul it even devours

I want so greatly to pick up the phone
Call you and tell you You're Not Alone
Yet in fear of reproach, reproval, correction
I drop the phone in sheer hesitation

I need to hear your voice say you love me
That this torture, you swear, need not be
That we will be happy one day again
And you'll miss me terribly until then

This insecurity is eating away at me
Causing an overwhelming anxiety
I sit and stare at the connection we once shared
Wondering if you can feel my thoughts through the air

Are our bonds still tied tight together?
Or has our love been so brutally severed?
Is there hope for a magnificent future?
Or should I begin to paint a new picture?

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

That was lovely,and yes love is a torture..
I would always want to see her face,during the day or even very late
her soul would come to me..I just want to know that I can still see
that longing look in your eyes,it always changes everything for me
I always want to see that love in your eyes,always want to make sure
you still live for me,always insecure and anxious,I sit and stare
this connection we once shared,is it really still there
do you read my thoughts as before..you were always near
Our bond was strong ,is it still there,or not anymore
do I look for a lovely tomorrows ,or I start crying my yesterdays
What a lovely write..yes love could really be a torture
sweet torture,I would not recommend it for weak hearts though..ha ha
lovely write..