Just Out Of Reach.

I'm fed up,

I've had enough.

I keep dreaming,

Fantasising of you.

The dreams I dream,

Never comes true.

Keep waiting,

Telling myself not to,

Hold onto things,

I love you.

In my own way,

Face to face.

I slip up,

I tell you a clue,

The thoughts change from you,

To her and her life.

Why don't I understand,

How can you do that to a man?

Feelings are rushing,

Time collapses,

Forcing me to break,

Out and take the fall.

Into nowhere in particular,

Into nowhere but dark.

Out of the centre,

I hear running water,

Smell the moisture in the air,

Felt at peace again.

I know your there,

Just out of reach.

Reviews

[Richard Bachman]

I like this poem. You should make it a little more personal, and make people understand what you're feeling to write this. I understand something happened, but what happened to make you hurt.