Friday, October 2, 2009

POETRY OF THE LONELY…

Sorrow fills the heart,
Like the slow spread of poisonous venom,
Pain is persistent,
like an insatiable hunger refusing to be quenched.
Burning embers of passion lay in the depths of the soul,
like rare artifacts waiting to be unearthed.
the soul hopelessly searches for a mate,
like a lost sheep in acres of barren land.
the being is incomplete'
like the sky without the stars,
Spirit so low down,
like a sunken ship in the ocean deeps.
Body longs for the warmth of loving touch,
like the earth thirsts for rain in the dry season. 
the heart is like a lost and forgotten island,
just waiting...
waiting to be discovered,
waiting to love and be loved!

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