Missing you :

cold and warm

happy and sad

knowing not, what to feel

knowing not, where to find

are you mine

i am blinded

by this confusion

this optical illusion

no sleeping

hunger for more

of your comfort

and wisdom

truth unrevealed

controlled, by that i lack

are you real

am i captured

by nothing at all

by hunger

by fear

by you

by me

empty thoughts

missing

not you

but you in all

why i don’t know

but i do

- H. De Villiers -