If you looked up sad,
in your favorite dictionary,
what would you see?
Why, you would see,
a picture of me,
and nothing to the contrary,
crying,
dying,
wishing,
wanting,
waiting,
what ever….
Waiting,
wanting
to share my words….
with no ear to hear.
Calling out time and again,
and again and again.
Crying out again and again
endlessly…….
Reaching out
and
reaching out,
but no hand be filled,
nor a heart,
but with puzzle
and befuddlement,
and the why of
it all.
Waiting for the one
who cares,
but no one ends
this endless wait,
but with this answer,
in and of it’s self.
Isolation,
desolation,
devastation,
lorn forlorn.
