Wishes Can'T Feed A Hungry Soul Poem by Donna Hicks

I make no demands
to put you on the spot.
I take what you offer and
know there’s more of what I got.

You stay hidden away
in a world all your own
Then you come out to play
when you climb down from your throne.

Your queen lets you wander
over pastures where she can’t feed.
Your queen lets you wander
cause she can’t provide what you need.

In my arms you find
the warmth of a friend.
In my arms you know
is where it all ends.

I don’t ask anything of you.
I let you be just who you are.
I accept everything you give and
I keep wishing on that distant bright star.



Wishes can’t feed a soul starving
for affection and love.
Wishes only ease the pains
when nothing comes from above.

I’ve been wishing now
for neigh on eight years.
I take what can be offered and
continue to deal with the tears.

Tears I shouldn’t have to cry
because you are not free.
All I ever wanted out of life
is for someone to love me for me.

You have come close
to loving me true.
But every time we find ourselves
together I have to go home blue.

Living alone and loving in secret
tears holes in this weary heart.
When will you come to
your senses and from her part?

Not even that question has
been spoken out loud.
I hold your hand in far away places
and hide tears cause I’m too proud.

To proud to let you know
that deep inside I die
every time you drive away
and leave me on my own to cry.

There is no one to hold back the tears
that trickle down my face.
There is no one to greet me
when I get home to my lonely space.

All these years I’ve invested
all I have to give
and all these years I’ve waited
for the love you can’t live.

Why, then do we continue
to paint love on my walls?
You get the best of me
whenever for me you call.

You give to her the little things
I am not worthy of.
And I die a little every time
I’m sent home without your love.

I take memories with me
to hold me in the darkness of night.
I take gestures of love with me
to keep away the fright.

I don’t want to spend the
rest of my life alone.
I want you to be here always,
to think of me as home.

But home isn’t found here in my arms,
it is the place where your babies reside.
Home, to me is a lonely place
where you are not by my side.

Perhaps it is time to call a truce
and go back to yesterday
where we called one another friend
and our hearts weren’t going astray.



23 March 06