for so long now
these feelings have existed
they have tormented
the need to be loved
to feel loved
the simplest of desires
the basic of needs
i feel as though
i’ve said so much
without saying anything at all
actions should speak so loud
yet they haven’t
you say i had my chance
and maybe i did
i don’t know
maybe i’m crazy
that was then, this is now
but i thought you never gave up hope
so many years of hope
maybe i should now
just go or go ahead
move on and away
i’ve carried these thoughts for a while now
maybe the vision is clear
i should realize the truth
but the truth is so hard
so just go
or go ahead
2004
Chapter Twelve: The Long Road
“The quality of the moment is more important
than the number of our days.”
– Rod McKuen
the poet
i long
for the words
to express
the poet
that is i
they
have not come
so easily
as of late
the thoughts
just don’t think
the poet
does not
have
the poetry
for the long road home
the long road ahead
many miles already gone
once a life of dread
for the long ride home
looking back at the movies
the movies of my life
i see the pain and tears
the long road of strife
and through the past
i’ve grown so strong
i look to the future
of a life so long
i stop for a glance
before it’s all gone
one last look at life
for the long ride home