How long is it since our parting?
How many lifetimes did amnesia blind me?
How many signs has it taken
to awaken to this longing?
How starved I have been,
stuffing my emptiness
full of unfulling substitutions
whilst all along my thirsting heart
has lain wilted in the desert, hallucinating.
This pain is so deep
it scratches my very soul into action.
I can stand this insatiable loneliness no longer.
I am so weak
and yet in my weakness I find such strength.
Though my hands be bloodied and scratched from life's thorns
I will crawl to you.
Though my feet be split and blistered
I will keep walking to you.
For there is nowhere else to go
and to turn back now would be worse than death.
Was it I forgot you?
Did I grow these thorns?
Is this desert of my own making?
I beg you to quench my thirst
I beg you to quench my thirst
May I find rest in your black waters.
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Submission Name: Longing
