Miss

Missing the power of the pen...
Gracing pages of thoughts within...
No longer chasing lost hopes and faded dreams...
Finally looking forward to tomorrow in today's rearview mirror...
Letting it all fade away...
Misery, pain, confusion and the infinitive of destruction within...just to feel to
entirety what you may offer
be it a pleasurable few hours or a collection of good conversations
that linger even after their finished...
Slowly navigating through the wounds that left me hollow and sealing them shut
No longer waiting for apologies that will never come
Nor the audacious apoligies that I have yet to speak
There is no better time but now
I'm freeing myself of all of it...

Taking this journey to see whats on the other side...
Even if this journey leads to no where
The efforts of achieving wholeness will not be lost in vain...
Because I'll always have me and my pen...
And the desire to live another day...
Missing the power of words unspoken...
Stories told by eye contact manipulating iris's
While hearts unfold
Unvieling mysteries of the unknown...