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