The road I travel
is endless;
leading to nowhere,
not even home.

I longingly wait
for another's voice,
to sense
the friendship in it.

I need to see
a pair of eyes,
and to feel
the love in them.

Having lost my senses,
I am alone;
although by love,
I'm surrounded.

I'm in a prison
of my own making;
I have a fear
of no release.

I swallow my fright
and reach out.
With my heart crying,
I grab at empty air.