The Loneliness
Being without you
is
the equivalent of being diagnosed with a fatal condition
which
makes each day drag out long and painful as i await my fate
There is no one to nurse my wounds, no one to comfort me
nor
is there anyone to hold or console me, i'm just all alone
The loneliness eats away at me like a disease
and
the only remedy I know is you
but
you are not within my reach
so
there will be no cure
and
it seems that I shall truly die
Copyright © Joan Charleston | Year Posted 2007
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment