SEARCHING

Walking down empty streets with an empty heart, 
searching, seeking ,with an almost animal lust and desperation 
some form of human contact, 
a friendly smile, 
a helping hand, 
a sign of caring, 
a sign that I even exist in this cold, harsh land, 
walking, walking, no destination, 
walking, walking, empty heart, 
deep sorrow, 
angry, hurtful tears flow freely from a well of emptiness, 
deep within a ravaged soul, 
crying out loudly, silently, 
for love, for comfort, 
but no one comes, ever, 
I am so, so 
lonely.

B.