DEPRIVATIONby Dale Hudgins Copyright 2000-2003All rights reserved.No part of this poem may be reproduced in any form without written consent from the author.

Your call, I was waiting to hear,The voice of your sound, was like a hollowed out tree,Empty, cold and dark,The visit, to me, I see, never appeared,Love words, of that kind way,A smile, your touch, your gentle way,Your love, I promise, promises are they, fading, a memory as such,Heart so strong, brave and true , is but a reservation, meant not for me,Deprivation, is a cold, cruel thing,