The Cry of a Lonely Heart

Here I sit - alone and cold;
No one to love, no one to hold.

I’ve waged my bets on character and peace;
Waiting for the one who would give me release.

Night after night, my bed incomplete;
The lack of warmth turns cold these bare sheets.

The arrival of dawn brings hope for new life;
Yet dusk returns – my heart pierced in dark strife.

Gone are the days of joy, hope and love;
Yet forever I seek, forever I think of:

The joys of compassion that used to be mine.
The comfort of friendship, a smile so divine.

I want to know romance, I want to give all.
Yet the harder I reach, the further I fall.

Perhaps for me solitude is the lone mark;
For the one who lives on in this unending black dark.

Confident I was that worthy I am,
Yet it is obvious now that I’m not a great man.

To the one who would love me, I would give you my all,
Yet no one has heard this honest – true call.

So off I go, another night has arrived;
And tomorrow will come, another day to survive.