All I’ve ever asked for,
dreamed of and desired
are for those haunting words
to be given to me.

All I’ve ever prayed for,
wanted and needed
is a promise of
meaningful tomorrow’s.

All I ever receive,
get back and hear
is the undeserved love
of everyone else.

Who decided I mean less?
What makes me worthless?
Why is the world cut from me?
Because of the empty others.

© Blake Leitch July 8, 2012