Without Her… (Sonnet)

Without her, the world’s a dark room.
I can’t see life, I don’t see doom.
She’s the cause and cure for all my troubles,
The light at the end of all my tunnels.

Without her, there’s no life in my stride.
I look for her footsteps, to walk beside.
It seems like a wilderness, while I roam;
She’s not here to hold me, to take me home.

Without her, my nights drown in tears;
My days don’t know frolic from fears.
Bring no love and get me no sympathy,
Gift me my life – just bring her back to me.

I sit motionless in the dark, waiting her arrival;
I can’t see, I can’t breathe, I can’t… She’s my survival.