Misery Loves Company

I sit watching and waiting, Nerves tender to the touch As anxiety and worry pound through my brain And threaten to push their way Out in the form of a hollow cry Of anger and despair. I clutch my chest As if to prevent the blood From leaking out From my now bleeding heart. Confusion and anger Drove my fist to palm; As if to pound out the reasons for each emotions existence, Knowing good and well How they were created. They were born into me After being raped Of my once innocent mind, Impregnated with the lies And falseness of love. And now as my soul tries to abort The growing blackness within My mind struggles to focus And come to terms that This reality is my own creation. So I continue to wait: Eyes fixed on the clock And a hand ready for the phone. Wondering if my love Will ever again come home