Feeling a bit strange.
Feeling a bit lost.
Wanting to be held and to hold,
But at what cost, what cost?
Wanting to be touched.
Wanting to be held.
Feeling very cut off
Like a tree that's just been felled.
Giving all the love I can give.
With no one to give it to.
Look into my grey eyes,
Can I give my love to you?
Feeling very strange.
Feeling very lost.
Trying to give all the love I have,
But at what cost, what cost?
J.R.A.Gigney (13 Feb 2012)
• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.
