Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2010
it could so very easily
be time to forget

the hand on the dial
and up to now, spent

but human, I linger
the heart and the stinger

this I'll not yet label regret


my belly so turning
an ache in the know

lessen the lonely
yet more than alone

but real do I tender
and search God to render

I'll wade in the feelings of slow


      holding the stead
  fasting the lead
           soon will I paint

                       soon will I paint
               make her my model

                                       soon will I paint
when tied to expression,
all things are worth it
Keith Ren
Written by
Keith Ren
734
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems