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Always looking to the night sky, searching
for a sign, I grow weary, impatient
and yet here I am, once again reaching
unattainable, that to me salient
crowds, rooms empty but for the two of us
everything is silent, better this way
avoiding speaking out, of the obvious
in your bottomless eyes, drifting away
once again, you leave me, I wake alone
craving connection, not this disengage
as I pick up, I hear only a drone
more isolation, as I turn the page

I am simply found, all alone, waiting
I am now a slave to this, this wanting

October 1, 2009

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