Longing Poem by Amelia Murray

Empty messages.
Eyes spilling over with tears.
Fingers set to a purpose.
Mouths turning to familiar positions.

A flash of red.
Excitement replaced by sorrow.
Irritation building in a boiling pot.
A heart saying its final words on repeat.

Like an ocean without water.
Heavy, grey clouds without rain,
similar to thunder without lightning.
That's my longing to be at your side

A sun sets and a moon rises.
A day set on repeat it seems.
Will tomorrow ever come?
When will life stop and pick me up?

A smile plays on my lips.
An inside actor making the moves
and a director with the script.
Every face a new camera.

Happy moments causing a hollow chest,
making a heart ache for the present.
Seeing too many joyous expressions.
Sitting alone to travel my inner thoughts of misery.