You open up a well of need
A void in which deep yearning breeds
Searing pain that makes me choke
As I inhale burning, acrid smoke
A chasm that will not be filled
A longing that cannot be stilled
Just pain and lack a pointed dart
Aimed right at my battered heart
I tell you what is on my mind
“Yes, you’re right.” Your voice is kind
But all that is within your power
Is to give me a fifty-minute hour
The rest, this void, is mine alone
And I lick my wounds here in my home
Anguish, once hidden, is now unfurled
As I ponder my aloneness on this world
Through endless nights I lie awake
As a broken heart again does break
And then wander through cloudy days
In a murky gray of static haze
You say it is my life to live
The things I need, I have to give.
But compassion? There’s a lack thereof
I am in need of someone else’s love
