I sit and wish the night away, I prey for the breaking of dawn to come, to let sunlight fill the sky with hope.
I long to hear voices afraid of the quiet space I find myself in.
Hour by hour the clock strikes slow willing me to sit with my demons. I miss the touch of a human hand that comforts me when my eyes close to rest. Now filled with emptiness my bed is cold and lonely.
What other lonely souls are in the world? How can it be that I am alone. how do I face another day with all this love in my heart.
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Pen And Ink.
PoetryThis short book was written from the scrambled thoughts in my mind. Life can be overbearing at times, with it's never ending twists and turns. It can be hard to make sense of the world. The things we experience in life can often shape us into unreco...
