I can no longer stay,
For my heart’s simplest needs—
A touch,
or warm affection—
Are blighted by your frigid indifference.
Like a leaf wilting in the frost,
I am filled with despair,
Lost in the shadow of your frivolous desires.
In this house,
I’m invisible,
A ghost imprisoned within these walls,
My voice echoes in silence, unheard.
I only serve—
But the slightest hint of love and affection
is elusive and distant
for years.
Yet my heart still beats faintly,
Nurturing a fragile seed of hope
For someone,
A flickering ember in the dark,
A touch to reignite its fire,
A whisper to breathe life into its purpose,
And fulfill its deepest yearning.
© WolverineLily
Wolverine Lily 