Loneliness...

Loneliness...
By: Cliarvoyant O. Issues

I will pursue for nothing , for love is oh so cold.
My name is the lonely, and my story goes untold.
My wish is for a something, a someone just for me to hold.
Eventually I’ll clip her wings and she will call me home.
I suffer for the angels, but demons are my pill.
My search is for my empty, for my hollow to be filled.
My hope is for a lover, my void inside she’ll kill.
Every day I will wait for her, keeping here so very still.