lonely climate
by leo woundedarrows
No lightening bolts or cracks of thunder.
What day of week sometimes I wonder.
I see no sun, I feel no wind.
I have no seasons, I know no friends.
The shade of my skin has turned so pale.
The air I breathe is much too stale.
I tell myself, wait for tomorrow.
But that day too is full of sorrow.
When will I feel the need to smile?
The way it's going not for awhile.
I miss your presence as I miss the rain,
I imagine your voice to ease my pain.
You fill a void thats more than large.
And of my joy, you are in charge.
As depressed, as I may be, thoughts of you, comfort me.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
