Tired
I'm tired of searching for you
It feels like, at times, my search will not end
Feels like, I shall never see you, meet you, get to talk to you, touch you,
Build what I have dreamed of building, with you, for you, for us
From my beginning, the dream has always been in me,
Subliminal at first, conscious now
I am so tired of mistaking you with other irrelevant humans,
These encounters leave me devasted, humiliated
With every departing potential you, I feel the chance of meeting you, are being reduced,
Drawing near dead end
I am lost, befuddled
I admit, once I denied the need for your presence in my life
I was foolish, and now I am ashamed
I know now, without you, I will keep on feeling this blankness in my life
There's a question mark hanging in the air before me
It won't go away if you don't show up
Show up!
I beg, entreat and implore
I am tired of plodding on these uplands, lowlands
bearing levanters and harmattans
crossing miles of deserts, prairies and forests
My feet are aching, limbs are paining, eyes are blurry, throat is dry
I want to go home, I want to rest now in your arms
YOU ARE READING
Rough Copy
Short StoryShort Story Collection. I am starting this book with one story right now. I will keep updating as I write new one. The book cover is made by talented @COFFSYRUP.
