So very alone
„Speaking words in physical darkness, no voice bounced back to engage me.
Drowning in floods of wet cryings, no tongue joins to lick my tears.
My arms extend to grasp and to be grasped, my efforts capture but air and fantasies.
Among the rivers of human life I look, but none look back to mate wirh my eyes.
While lovers drink of each other, playfully whispering and teasing.
To lifeless women I turned. Passionately caressing my pillow, squeezing and clutching for affection.
Alone, and-like in desert places, my dwelling place is with books, clawing through pages, living the lines,
breathing and merging with the hero.
As a grave swallows a sealed coffin, my lively fantasies are buried with the closing covers of each book.
But the sun shines through at times, it’s fingers directing me to believe:
A human face will someday lay upon mine.”
By: Eric V. Reid
