I'm Lonely

I close my hands about my cheeks,

Every day and night for weeks;

Let cold tears roll from my eyes,

Watch then pool my bed and turn to ice;

I hear distant sounds, and the rain

Mourning; speaking of my soul’s pain.

In the study is the one I love,

Buried in the books he craves;

Sounds I grew up with are now silence,

I’m so tired of the occasional pretence;

I want him to come and touch me,

Be one like mixture of rice and seed of sesame.

He is learnt, a master of many arts,

But lacks words for his acts;

Says with books he’s got no better friend

My love to me has turned fiend,

I am so lonely in this cold bed

                                                         I wish books and love God forbade.

My loneliness has become a sad song

I mourn; allow my voice to chop,

With the rhythm of the dark night

So harsh I contemplate flight,

This loneliness is so deep tears won’t quench

I will it to go away so much.