I sometimes write poetry when I am deep in thought but never on a regular basis. I tend to put too many of my own feelings about things into my poetry and it usually depresses me to write them. I find lately that I don't have time to write much at all and sometimes when I do have the time, I cannot get words to form on paper. I also find that once my thoughts on any particular poem I'm writing end, so does the poem. This poem reflects a lost relationship of one who couldn't move forward in life because of being stuck in a continual time warp of life's past and one who tried every way possible to make them see differently.
I looked but could not find you,
Waiting only for you to say what was in your heart.
Thoughts that were there, that could not pass the outer rims of your mouth.
Time passing by without resolve, time gone by so quickly.
Still I waited to hear the sound of your voice, telling of things unspoken.
Echoes resounding off the walls of great canyons, lighting fire in eyes so deep.
Emotions running over, taking no time to think of resolution.
Only pounding through the mind like millions of tiny insects, each having their own direction.
Waited for moments in time to share, for times to resolve those things unmentioned.
For they were stuck within a hardened heart of ice, not to be spoken of again.
Waited for you to resolve from within those things you hold most debilitating.
Patiently waited for time to heal that which is so great on your shoulders.
Time having no end, no force by which to nurture this heart.
Only a needing of which no amount of time could quell.
A vision, either together or apart.
Time to stop waiting - waiting for that which cannot be without resolve.