desperate desire

the hardest thing to find in life,
is what i desire
a woman whose love
will quickly heal
my endless bleeding soul.

i constantly find myself denying
such happiness will ever enter my life,
and with this severe pessimism
i seem to be incurring
this self fulfilling prophecy.

i feel anger
when i see others
passionately loving one another,
for this is the missing link in my life,
which is the strongest source
for my heart’s depression.

although this sounds exceedingly hopeless,
this hollow emotion serves its purpose
because for each passing lonely night
advances into day,
and every day brings forth
a new beginning
for my never ending search