Dyrwen
02-24-2004, 05:54 PM
Wrote this around 5:30 p.m. for once, as I didn't write one last night and I slept damn near more than 12 hours.. but anyways, bring about the randomness. This poem has a little less rhyme than usual.. I'd say check my site for up to date daily poetry about as long, but eh. I tend to flow my words into a rhyme without trying so it's hard to just write poem otherwise. Comments and critiques are always appreciated.
The Realism of Self-Therapy
Here I sit so far away from you,
each minute that passes I know more that I love you.
Feeling weak without and unable to understand,
why I cannot ignore my desires to be with you again.
Seems so often like I stop talking and become mute,
I never know why it happens, but perhaps I'm just content.
It isn't like I've become angry, hateful, regretful,
by not speaking to you, I've just run out of things to say,
and this anti-social behavior is getting in my way.
So longingly I think of you without a word to speak,
the silence without closeness is a bitter defeat.
We're so far away that words keep us near,
but when I'm unable to vocalize my thoughts,
each of us feels a loss and fear.
It's eating away at me, how often I want a way out,
if only to say what I feel and not feel stupid too,
I'm always left poetic without a word to say,
throwing out metaphors to express my words today.
This is me saying I give up feeling loss,
I'm using the skills I have for the greater good,
to stop caring when you're not here and stick to what I know,
loving you a lot even when you're not there.
There is no point in wishing you were here when you're not,
as it is fruitless depression to hope for what isn't happening.
A simple statement that my love will not stop is enough to say,
for the powers of time and distance themselves will not stop me,
so I can only love you more each day and await your return,
as I sit here so far away from you.
The Realism of Self-Therapy
Here I sit so far away from you,
each minute that passes I know more that I love you.
Feeling weak without and unable to understand,
why I cannot ignore my desires to be with you again.
Seems so often like I stop talking and become mute,
I never know why it happens, but perhaps I'm just content.
It isn't like I've become angry, hateful, regretful,
by not speaking to you, I've just run out of things to say,
and this anti-social behavior is getting in my way.
So longingly I think of you without a word to speak,
the silence without closeness is a bitter defeat.
We're so far away that words keep us near,
but when I'm unable to vocalize my thoughts,
each of us feels a loss and fear.
It's eating away at me, how often I want a way out,
if only to say what I feel and not feel stupid too,
I'm always left poetic without a word to say,
throwing out metaphors to express my words today.
This is me saying I give up feeling loss,
I'm using the skills I have for the greater good,
to stop caring when you're not here and stick to what I know,
loving you a lot even when you're not there.
There is no point in wishing you were here when you're not,
as it is fruitless depression to hope for what isn't happening.
A simple statement that my love will not stop is enough to say,
for the powers of time and distance themselves will not stop me,
so I can only love you more each day and await your return,
as I sit here so far away from you.