Writer’s Block

Empty

by on Feb.19, 2005, under Poetry

Deep inside, where no one can see,
a empty spot lies on my soul.
There is no filling it,
because the hunger it brings,
is not physical,
but the warmth and comfort
that only love brings.

Arms enfolding,
drawing tighter,
keeping out the dark
and driving out pain.

Someone to let me know,
I am not alone,
I do not have to be lonely,
I do not have to be scared.

Even for one night,
someone to hold me,
and let me cry
Let me shed my pain.

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