Literature
Lonliness
I howl at the moon,
My lonely cry.
My heart starts to shrivel,
I slowly die.
Alone and awake,
Curled up in my room.
My heart starts to shake,
a crack will consume.
My world starts to dull,
My favorites forgotten.
Sleep claims my soul,
My paths untrodden.
I can't seem to wake,
From this merciless spell.
There is no escape,
My own private hell.
I long for a whisper,
A gesture, a touch.
My heart has grown weak,
I don't expect much.
I walk through the day,
As if in a dream.
If only you'd stay,
It's as bad as it seems.