Dom Hunt

(17/04/1966 / geelong)

All I truly desire


Days are troubled
Wearied from endless toil
Dreams disappear and crumble 
Thoughts ravage my mind 
Surrounded by self doubt
Anxiety clings to my soul
Creating loneliness and despair
Shadows stretch before me
Making gloom on a sunny day
Restless I have become
Looking towards tomorrow
Time plays tricks
Dances a slow dance
To tease and disturb me
Walls I have built 
Close all around the essence of me
Hope seems to have left
All I need in times of these
All I truly desire
Is too rest in your love

Submitted: Sunday, August 12, 2012
Edited: Sunday, July 21, 2013

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  • Bri Edwards (11/18/2012 10:54:00 PM)

    dom, are the walls literal or figurative walls. i hope, if this is a true-to-you tale, that you have gotten/get the love you were/are seeking. i don't care much for love poems, but i see from your bio that you are drawn to them. thanks for sharing. bri edwards (Report) Reply

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