The cruel dread of distance
Clasps enigma upon this heart
Sinking downward into oblivion
In a state winced in delirium’s grasp
Why must I be so passionate
For something so far away?
This spirit of mine may glide
But this mind feels like a grave
Ah, So much effort
Yet, In stifled hesitation
Neither lands consoling this existence
Warnings of utter repetitive actions of rejection
In the slowly sneaking kind of way
Ah, In closeness of neighboring prospects
I feel so far away
In the furthest reaches of love
I feel so near, So dear
As if heart shaped lights have beamed upon my face
Oh, So tired, Oh, So weary
Yet, Ready to travel afar
And if Nomadic I become
At least I can say I tried
More than I have ever tried before
So in retrospective
Love is what helps me waken every single day
The motivation that paves these dreams
Creating parcels of everlasting fantasies
Into the future admirations of open arms
Oh, So close, Yet, Oh, So far away
Rendering these thoughts confused
In the existence of true love
Does it exist?
Oh, Please prove to me that it does
For a fish without water
Is me without love
So that is how I feel
As I keep asking myself
Will love soon come my way?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/1/10
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