A Lot of Loneliness

So many nights spent alone
Waiting only for someone to phone
But if they call, then what?
I've never seen the thing I've sought.
"You complete me" they all say
But for that you'd have to take away.
I know, I know I need to trust
But the only thing I've known is lust.
Sure, there's time...and its pace
Too slow to change, then leaving in haste.
Still, I grope towards going out
Thinking up some new route.
But, instead, I'm always overcome
By my ever-constant maxim:
That the only defense
Is a good pretense
And so I find myself staying here
Stagnating, alone, in fear.

-- 10-11-01
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