by Emma Doyle
Sept 29th, 2016
It’s a quiet desperation
The intimacy we long for
With yearning trepidation
Hearts lay trembling on the floor
Each solitary night we lay
With loneliness’s thundering silence
Begging for sleep to end the day
To quell the relentless tyrant
Is it enough to know we’re already found,
That someones tracking our every move?
Must the one who loves us endlessly prove,
That we’ve been heard, every cry, every sound?