Where are you, when I need?
Always running from me, never to be found.
Taking my hand; always to lead-
never once do your footsteps make a sound.
Impossible to find, but secretly about...
why is it that you give me doubt?
The block forms in my mind; seems like I'm running out of time.
The pressure builds from my own self,
and I don't even write for the wealth.
Maybe if I had a million dollars, or some beautiful jewelery,
would you decide to come back to me.
Gift my mind with the reason to write,
because without you, I have no insight.
No insight to my reasons or why;
It's only without you my lungs release a sigh.
A sigh of doubt and annoyance.
The whiteness in my head is like quilt on a bed-
normal, but instead...
I refuse to give up; I will not stop searching,
for, you see, my mind is surging.
I never run out of words in thought,
and because of this my aspirations will never stop.
Halfway through a random poem,
with you by my side and pen in hand...
all of a sudden I am distracted by someone;
and now you've taken the chance and ran.
The misery forming in my heart;
god I just want to finish this last part.
Begging, pleading, I'm on my knees;
I look hopeful out the window through the trees,
and wish to see you running back to me-
but it's really never that easy.
-Written by Devon Newsom