Longing For…

Posted: August 16, 2016 in Poetry


longing for someone
a sweet familiar face,
a soothing, soft voice
to whisper to me fondly
in this my darkesst moment
that, “it’s all going to be fine”
it’s a solemn prayer, an honest wish
will it ever be okay? I whisper, all alone
but noone answers, no one cares
it’s only the dark silence that unforgively stares
there is no balm in Gilead, only lingering pains

hello world. Is anybody out there? please….



“tell me truly, I implore .Is there — is there balm in Gilead? –tell me –tell me, I implore!”(POE–THE RAVEN)


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