The Tether
Lost in the rhythm of loneliness;
Reaching, searching, groping.
Will it ever end?
A yearning deep within my soul -
a friend, a touch, a plea for love.
Forging a true bond with another
seems elusive and fleeting.
Why is it so?
Isolation is easier, numbing -
Like anesthesia on the soul.
Teetering at the edge of solitude;
Can I traverse this vast chasm?
It is futility.
I cannot make the lengthy leap – no,
My deep despair overwhelms me.
