Sonnet Of The Longing Soul

My bones will never cease their aching
The further I traverse from home
A better man, this journey is to be making
As painful as it is to roam.

My veins grow hungry like drying rivers
Yearning for love across the oceans
Send me some, albeit just slivers
And quench the thirst of my emotions.

My nerves have yet to be at peace
Until which morrow, I know not when
But till my heart decides to cease
My love for you will never end.

Fret not, my parents, my brother, my lover
I'll be home soon.. Then I'll recover..


-Izzat R.