Painful Love- Cries of Loneliness

Even surrounded by life Loneliness gropes at my throat I can't breathe because of the heavy emotion that seats very audibly at the pit of my chest I'm barely hanging on for my own life The syndrome that causes a manufacture of sad thoughts Unhapiness dancing at the tip of my throat, Manifesting itself in the depths of my opticals Leaving evidence flowing carelessly on the rough surface of my cheeks. What is this? This desire for the one I love? Who put it there in the core of my being Who grafted it into the life of my skin, Sunk it into the juices of my bones? Who lay it like a centerfold right across my face? Like a burden that weighs on my heart Why is it there if I can't enjoy it Why waste the youthful years where love could be dancing around us Waking and laying with us What makes it difficult to explore the hidden corners of this feeling To share every moment To breathe the same air To love the same God To fight the same fight To win the same battle To live the same purpose. Who grafted it into me If not the God that gives good things Why has this beautiful feeling been tainted, Why does it feel like a taunt Like an activated grenade Love is meant to be lived Not to be running down my cheeks.