Waiting

You are  
 
An itch that can never be scratched  
A hunger that can never be sated  
A thirst that can never be quenched  
A craving to which there is no fix  
 
Every moment of silence is excruciating  
As if my heart has been torn from my chest  
Carved with cruel intentions  
An empty hole in its place  
 
Hollow  
Barren  
 
The full weight of emptiness bearing down on me  
Pinned in place and shackled to desire  
A prisoner of love and a captive to passion  
Yearning, longing, wanting, waiting  
 
Waiting  
 
Waiting  
 
Waiting  
 
Almost unbearable  
Barely manageable  
On the verge of intolerable  
At the edge of insufferable  
 
I wait