Ecstasy
Lonely nights,
Lying alone,
Cold
In a stiff sheeted bed.
Staring at
The ceiling,
Begging morning to
Come.
The only cure
To loneliness
Is companionship found
Within those walls.
The boy below you,
A whole bunk
Away,
Yearning for the same thing.
To be
Held
Cherished
Loved.
Passion chased after
Constantly.
When it's found
And held onto,
Ecstasy.
End
((Yeah, I'm just kind of writing things randomly. My friend timed me on this to see how long it would take, she kept talking and I would talk back, but it took around three and a half minutes. Not bad, eh?
And I'm really sorry about having to write in 'break', just ignore them, it is just so the layout is understood. This actual poem and shoutouts and author's note is not any longer than 100 words.))
Shoutouts:
C.M. Higgins—did you just call me 'M'dear'? Interesting...
Eagle Higgins-Conlon—are you actually making a list? I am!
Coin—if you insist.
