Sunday, May 20, 2007

Letters

I depart these woods unwillingly
                        Cold, mysterious and dark
                        Alone and in fear
                        I am writhing with pain
                        Still following my heart

                        Your words to me feel like burrowing knives
                        Piercing repeatedly into my Soul
                        They remind me of reality
                        You do love me less
                        My questions spiral out of control

                        Something is different and everything has changed
                        My senses are fully aware
                        A distance, a hesitation
                        No longer an ache
                        Thoughts have me wondering why it isn't there

                        Sighing and dreaming will not satiate me
                        Hoping and thinking do not end
                        Words that I want for you
                        To have and to hold
                        will remain in these letters
                        I will never send

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