What is this? This is...
What is this?
Counting the seconds,
waiting to know if it'll end.
Lat at night it always beckons.
What is this?
It starts as a passing thought
and then grows till my body feels dark.
My mind is in a trap, caught.
What is this?
Tears down my face.
Sharp pangs in my heart.
Always looking for a trace.
What is this?
This is fear.
This is love.
Worried I'll be left without my dear.
A.M.A.
© 2019 Ashley