David Schjott

Longing

The desperate hours

coming early tonight

Out of the shadow

Dark and muddled

Mocking my wanting and

needing

Without notice

 

Pain comes often

The urgency in it

Stoic during daylight

The misery taking hold in those

desolate, bleak, stark

hours

 

How can this be so deep,

when I am unable to see any end.

I know it must be near. But when?

Weeping now for what I have lost.

 

Quiet tears

Finding a way

Collapsing my lungs

Shutting out the constant air that I need to breathe

Ignoring my suffering

Ignoring my loss

 

I loved you complete

Yet, you are gone

And I am left here

Broken and ashamed