Restless thoughts

Why do I look around,

For a face I can recognize..

For a shade where I could hide

For a stream of fresh running water, along the side.

Why do I want

To feel a touch, to hear a voice

That could soothe my aching eyes

As it doesn’t do any help

By keeping them closed, anyways.

For a warm hand to touch

I search around..

As it doesn’t do any good

With my bare feet on the cold- a bit thirsty- ground

As I lie on my bed,

Tangled in the sheets

Why do I feel the need of a touch

Warm enough to make me sleep

Would anyone make me a promise, one keeps.