This Thing I call Life..

This thing  I call life is dissipating my very being,
killing me slowly…
This thing I call life is one of making others
feel loved and not as much about me as others seem
to perceive..
I sell myself short and find myself running
for cover when love is shown
or even its shadow casts my way.
Why is this so easy to do, when
I can’t stand the thought of another feeling
unloved or enduring an ounce of pain?
We all desire love and thrive on its very essence,
everyone seems so readily to dismiss it.
I want to feel love caress my soul, like the
oceans high tide caresses the shore.
Although I allow it to pass me by or force it
to move on.
This thing I call life is a madness that can’t
be diagnosed by any psychologists book,
there is no help or label for me…
This thing I call life when will it end?
I imagine the day I allow myself to truly
love again.