Writing!

Poetry :

Prose :

Uncertainty

Lovelorn

Lost count of days since I ate last or drank
And their endless sleepless tormenting nights
How quickly the love vanished from our home
How bitter the daunting sound of sighs

These walls once painted with brilliant laughter
Echo solemn words of little meaning
I am melancholy with waning hope
I am a victim of sweet memories

My liquid eyes search the room for something
Something in which they could find small comforts
They cannot meet the eyes they long to see
They cannot grant to me one small desire

I wait, I pray, let today be the day
Please come back and tell me that you love me