cries

As a look, as a glance
Checking, hoping by any chance
As a ring, as a patter
Longing for some chatter

Running out of patience

As a lone stare, completely aware
Completely unaware
What I see, differs from what is sought
What is seen is only naught

Running out of

As a voice that echoes, but is not heard
As a plea that follows, but is not endured
What is to be forgotten, lies
In a distant thought in clear skies

Running out

As a declaration that has just been signed
All hopes, desires are to be resigned
Left in an ocean of pain, remains
Each drop of rain

Running
But to whom.

25/04/2020