I sit here and stare in silence,
the air around me heavy and thick,
I cannot speak a single word,
my thoughts are racing.
I keep them in,
for I cannot express,
without sounding like,
such a madman.
My pen and paper,
so far my only release,
I don't know yet how to be vocal,
writing. My peace.
I think of things,
some good, some bad,
I think of the future and past,
and of the time at hand.
At times I just stare,
I cannot write a word,
My mind far past my pen,
For what seems like hours, unheard.
It's only been a few hours,
since I've seen you last,
but missing you makes the time,
slowly, painfully pass.
How empty I feel,
without your touch,
your grace, your presence.
I miss you so much.
I'm slowly losing my mind,
my hands idle, my mind busy,
again I sit here,
again in silence.
Forever and a day,
or so it seems,
Til I will see your face,
and the smile you bring.
But as I sit here,
the air around me heavy and thick,
I exhale and rest,
wishing you were here.
~Lucien Freeman