A Dark Voice

My heart is breaking
My head aches
My love cries out for you
My eyes close
My sight slips away
My mind won't shut down
My thoughts are filled with you
My imagination runs away from me
My hunger for who are you grows
My thirst for a word from you burns
My throat is so damn dry
My voice feels chapped
My pain whispers to me in a dark voice that screams
My being longs for your touch
My Wednesday were you ever
My Wednesday were you ever really mine

©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo