sleepypants

An ocean of emptiness
In the fleeing moonlight
Receding and returning as the tide.
Drowning those ill equipped,
Weak.
You left me shipwrecked,
Alone.
I never learned to swim,
only float.

When the wind blows, the waves rage.
Overcome by the storm, left longing for a rock
to cling to while the tempest passes.
The lighthouse
in the distance
is blurred
with the sunset
leaving
me unable to distinguish
the guiding light.

How did we get here?
Where are we going?
It's times like these
When all I long for is a beacon of guidance, for
That embrace; physical assurance that
I am loved, that
Everything is okay
that I am not
Alone.
Longing for childhood
comforts and assurances

long gone and
e x t i n g u i s h e d