Wanderer

I wrote this when my fiance went to America for 5 months. As a biopolar depression sufferer, it becomes clear in this poem that I obviously wasn't handling it too well. However, it reminds me how far I have come. I wrote it on the 25th of May 2008. It was also my first poem. Enjoy. "Missing you With every beat, tear, breath Leaf, flower, With broken breeze that cower Beneath the raging, orange Sun. I wait for every second, Minute, hour, To agonizingly pass: Oh God I swear that time is fast Becoming an enemy as it fights not to move. Oh but the obstacle is 'merely a pond', Not a great mass of unimaginable water Stretching out past horizons, past hope One could cross such a feat in a day no less But I confess I cannot stand up against such power, Raging, Merciless, My darling, I will withstand This torture until I can land: Find you, be with you, love you past those same horizons. Forever is a feat I promise to commit to, Oh but I shall never let you know The screaming inside my pushed and battered soul, I would never let you lose control With the knoweldge of my detangling sanity. Please, please, please come back to me, With every tear, Strange, wet, loosed From my isolated mind, Praying, praying that you shall return and I'll find That time resumes its regular routine. Everything shall be right and lovely, Beautiful, blossoming Into a conquering New World. The comfort that comes from the knowledge of Your returned feelings Is not enough to heal my heart, But your awe-inspiring love for me is a start Until time decides to let us come together once more. But until that moment comes, I, like the rest of the herd, Shall continue to movce While blood, sweat and tears carve further grooves On my already slaughtered existence. I live for the moment when my eyes shall see you, Our hearts shall connect once more: So the emptiness will be filled And I must drill Into my mind that yes, Hope is not yet dead."