Not What Is Wish...But Done
Its been cold many nights.
When sleeping alone,
Is not what is wish...
But done.
Its been hard to resist.
A needing for much more,
Than an old emptiness,
To come.
I want somebody known to me,
Inside.
I want somebody shown to be,
Alive and not hide...
Away.
Its been cold many nights.
And hugging a pillow to snuggle up,
Is not right!
I want somebody known to me,
Inside.
I want somebody shown to be,
Alive and not hide...
Away.
Or play games that stay on display!
I want somebody known to me,
Inside.
I want somebody shown to be,
Alive and not hide...
Away.
Its been hard to resist.
A needing for much more,
Than an old emptiness,
To come.
An aloneness like this,
Is not what is wished...
But done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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