Refuse

To hope
to love
to praise
to hold
I shall refuse it all
as not entitled for
my soul is cold
numb and sore
confused, in rage
I hate, I hate
this feeling inside
growing, growing
spinning the wheel
luck and fate
seems against
my latest whim.

One week

Day after day for a week
I dreamt of you
I longed to hold you
I wished too see you
I wanted to breath the same air
but all came crashing down
as the news of the unexpected arrived
A week in vain, I spent
dreaming, longing, wishing
to just be in your sight
This feeling of despair
overflows my heart
there is not set day
or certain hour
in which I will sit next to you.