Longing Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz

I don’t know what I’m waiting for.
It's difficult to name the longing.
I have it at heart - it's my sorrow,
It's my pain - piercing and burning.

I can't brush it aside or turn down.
This ache came to like my company,
But I've never been so alone
Though it decided to stay with me.

Something is lacking in my world.
Everything is different than before.
I may miss a delusion – It’s absurd.
Perhaps I pine for something more...

I need something with all my heart.
I can't cope with the desperate longing.
It seems to be my inseparable part.
I can't resist the terrible feeling...