THE LONGING
THE LONGONG
Why has thou cursed me
with this longing for love?
I don't want it anymore.
I'm old and tired, haunted by desire.
What the hell is this longing for?
I lie to myself at every days end.
I say I'll make do with some friends.
I fight with the might of a thousand men,
to never feel the longing again.
I still can't help my pitiful self,
the longing still taunts me
from a old dusty shelf.
But as I sat writing I stoped to think
Damn the thought that made my heart sink
Suddenly I was compelled to see,
in a moment of dreadful clarity.
I don't need anybody to love,
but I want someone to love me.
Copyright © Ronald Borum | Year Posted 2026
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