It's a poem in the making - a draft - I know what feelings I need to express but it's not the best of days...see it evolve the next few days...does it exist the live writing of poetry (if so it may be called) on the net?
A long gone sundry afternoon
The utterance of heart-felt words
Regret amounted very soon
A sentiment denied hurts
This vessel on the verge of an emotional sail
Your words typical were of no avail
Your eyes clearly embodied lies
Your kindness at war with regret
Regret at war with fear
Occasionally you would be very near
More often you would steer clear
Unexpectedly I would find you avoiding me
Hope against hope
At war with each other
But more so with ourselves
Today we steer clear
We avoid coming near
Life's delicacies are denied to us by ourselves
Sympathies have been boxed and
Put on shelves
An intimacy cursed to lie dormant ever more
The chance for it to waken
Lies in our hands only, like before
But the boxes are covered in dust
As is the long-gone feeling of trust
Perchance the chance for it to waken
Needs now truly be forsaken?
