Enslaved

The constant waves of solitude

surround me…

I am enslaved.

I picture your face

waking upon the sun

you radiate such intoxicating

madness in my mind

A beautiful love song.

A constant reminder of

the emptiness

I feel suffocating me–

Wanting only to touch you

To feel you in reach.

Months have passed yet,

you are still not here

how long must I wait…

are you for real?

Absent minded of everything

that makes me feel good–

I float without air

for you are the oxygen

I need to breathe.

Imagining you close …

just a void of stillness

enveloping me.

You’re a mystery-

a beautiful expression of love

I live without.

Seasons have passed-

yet I still wait…