I am –
in no sense,
in the lurch.

Waiting –
wanting and ranting,
Nowhere, I can go.

Shortly giving up
my heart can do
no more.

These words
they do not matter.
For solace I cannot
sought.

Out of tune,
out of love.
Show me,
what’s left to hold on.

In this “something”,
Only I am
fighting for.