When?

When will it be over?

The true longing for love

The feeling of never belonging

So bad inside my heart

I look in the mirror and all I want to do

Is tear myself to pieces

 

The feeling never dies

It just numbs me not to feel

Not to get excited

Then no disappointment can join me

Inside my mind

Inside my heart

 

I feel a lump in my throat

And my eyes begin to well

Trying to hold back the tears

While I shower

I fall to the ground

Only holding on to the dear memories

 

Clutching my head between my legs

My arms cradling myself in a fetal position

Rocking back and forth

Telling myself everything will turn out ok

Everything will be alright when you return

And you tell me you love me

Reviews

[Helena]

Wonderful write. The pain and longing so tangiably felt here. You muse is back
in full force now! So great to read you again! Don't ever stop poetess!


hugs
Helena