Silently I cry
Out to you. Hear my
Plea.
Quietly I shout
At you in confused
Anger.
Trembling I sit
Here impetuously
Waiting
For any response
Anticipation grows as
I lay and wait for you to
Speak. Scold or praise
It matters not. I need to
Hear your loving voice.
Dismissed I get
Up from this place
Dejected.
Melancholily I choose
To leave your bed;
Because
After hours of
Staying, I've not
Received
A single stirring.
Discontentment grows
As I stand and continue
Today. Forlorn I go with
The sting of rejection.
You're too busy to speak.
