Moribund
Aching passion that yearns to be shown
Words that beg to be spoken
Hands that reach out to touch an invisible face
Symptoms of my incurable sickness
Letting go each and every day
Struggling through the far-reaching hours
Bravely trying to make it through
Separations manifested by time
Needs that burn up my soul
Desires that rage through my being
Hunger that ends in starvation
Side-effects of this unending illness
Blind and deaf, dumb and mute
Going without the cure
I need the medicant only you can provide
So through this sickness I can endure
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
