alone

a darkness greater than no light
floods me with its cold
no sounds to disturb a silence
brought on by that which is my isolation
i’ve blocked the turns in the road before me
given up long ago in due process;
to procure of my own self anew

inside a bedded chamber
my life’s walls enclose
drawing deep a sanctum longing
the touch, the feel,
the bittersweet ecstasy once known
but is now but a distant memory
held within a cluttered mind

loneliness draws its map with no direction
i yield not at the signs determined
to find that hand that will hold
the body that will comfort
the mind that will raise levels
an acceptance of exception in anticipation
juxtaposed not to follow or be followed

i expect not so much as to know
but to be aware of her presence
in my room to feel her breath
in my solitude to bear the thoughts
contemplating the companionship
a worldly giving prone to my predilection
insatiably for the want of being loved


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