Empty and alone
in darkness and nowhere
aching for comfort
for compassion,
for passion,
for you.
Wanting companionship,
friendship, love.
Finding only loneliness and heartache.
Needing to be near you,
getting pushed aside.
Maybe later, maybe never
maybe, always maybe.
Always hoping,
always trying,
keep repeating,
always crying.
Maybe next time,
hope for tomorrow,
Only to find,
even more sorrow.
Maybe later,
maybe never,
maybe.
Maybe always maybe.
By Rhonda Clark
4 -05 -1999
