What is my romantic torment?
It is the wine that has lost its flavor. It is the food that nourishes me not. It is the feeling of being completely and utterly alone even amidst a crowd of companions. It is each dull and lifeless day that passes, uneventful and unchanged, without her – my true and only. It is laying in bed half awake and half asleep while tossing and turning, and when sleep comes I’m plagued with nightmares of how unprotected and vulnerable she feels without me. I yearn to be at her side as a moth is drawn to a flame. My soul is as parched as a desert, and only she will quench my insatiable thirst.
Till then, my arms remain empty. I am the protector of no one. I am a soul mate to no one. I am but a shadow awaiting light. All of this and more is my romantic torment. And it is worth enduring, and so I do, for the day I find her.
~ Romantic Torment, 2008
© 2008 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
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