I’ll Wait for Thee
In those times you want to write
but don’t know what to say,
when nothing seems to feel alright;
your mind seems in decay.
At least, it feels that’s how it is
when nothing comes to mind.
Cause if there’s something in your head,
it’s certainly hard to find.
Your pencil twittles; you look in stare.
your eyes are on the clock.
You wait upon the mind to bare.
You’re frozen and in shock.
And all the while, time’s on the march;
your stare can’t slow it down.
You’re oblivious to your pending fate;
your face is steeped in frown.
This feeling is something you know too well
when the mind’s confused and bent,
and starts to journey and wants to yell
but your heart still sleeps….content.
And so we have a second cup
and stare around the room
and hope the heart will come around
and chase away our gloom.
Beyond the memories in our mind
in empty rooms galore
are places the writer goes to find
to open up the doors
that lead to journeys he must take
no matter the distance be
and if that means he has to wait,
it’ll be by his decree.
© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano