I have been by myself
been too far gone
wanting to be held
messed with pretenders
caught up in madness
wishing sunrise
could be my gladness
the dark night harassed
an ugly eyesore took time to pass
unfortunate malady
but this could not surpass
could not alleviate
the massive void
deposited in my soul
know the difference
of a deep embrace
a sweet tender kiss to taste
instead of silence
a longing
this aching
a forsaking
will not leave me alone
oh Lord bring it home
let its light be for once only shone
a widow
a loner
will I once more
will I love
will someone care
About the Creator
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