Bottled emotions, the fear of alone.
Sitting in the dark, waiting by the phone.
Needle in the haystack, difficult to find.
The outlook grim, and somewhat blind.
The question known, without debate.
The hours go by…, and still I wait.
Clinging to hope, but I know it’s gone.
Like loosing chess, to a pawn.
Humiliated and hurt, I am alone again.
Left with sadness, to hold within.
Lying down, I close my eyes.
The tears inside, are no surprise.
Emotions run strong, and really deep.
As I cry myself, slowly to sleep.
M Curtis
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