Loneliness!

The sky outside is blue and bright,
Yet somewhere in my heart, there is fright.
Of what the day holds for me
Wondering, if its happiness or sadness, in store for me.
A deep vacuum fills my heart
Despair and pain tears me apart.
Amongst the sea of faces I know,
I’m waiting for that smiling face, whose heart with love for me glows.

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