I sat by the river, looking at the ripples,

As if weeping, wanting to be freed,

From all the heartbreak and pain, just like my own beating heart,

It crashes on the stones like I crash onto your memories,

It is tired from moving, like I am tired of hiding,

It is wanting to escape, like I want to escape from this dungeon,

But gradually it reaches its shore,

But I? I remain just there,

Wondering,
Pondering,
Crying,
Desiring,
Craving,

For your touch,
Voice,
Smile,
Face,
Presence.

And then I realise,
That this river,
Is mine,
Because it is,
Made from the tears I've shed,
From the starlight I've adored,
From the craters which I hold,
From the words I've hidden,
And it's shore,
After all,

Was solitude,
Sitting in silence in a cave,
Where the waters reached,

To breathe,
To live,
To dream,
To try,
Again and again,
To forget about you.

Because my eyes,
Like my heart,
Are tired,
From the loneliness
I feel
Every minute, every second,
Of my
Life.
~*~
{Sometimes solitude is so addictive that I forget I live in a world replete with people. }

Yes this poem doesn't rhyme.
Some pains are too high.
~*~