@originalpoetry Closer to Home
Another step done.
Another day passed.
Another moment closer to you.

Time has been cruel.
Time proven my patience.
Time slows further each moment.

Yet I remain calm.
Yet you continue to wait.
Yet we shall be in each other’s arms.

Close to the day of my return.
Closer to you I get with each moment.
Closer to home, yet still so far away.

@originalpoetry Finally Done
My journey has been long.
My fever dream is finally over.
Done, is the pain and suffering.

Yet still I feel stuck in this dream.
My feet are still wet with the mud of the path.
Is this journey really over; finally over and done?

Stuck in the perpetual nightmare.
Long is the journey of pain and suffering.
Have I made this journey or is this yet a delusion?

Nay, my journey is done and gone.
Time to shake off the mud from my boots.
Leave behind the pain of the past—I’m finally done.

@originalpoetry Time is Passing
Time is ever passing.
None shall escape that passage.
Yet still one may be many to another.

My time is slow,
Yet leagues away not so;
Yearning for what is to come.

Why does this day feel like weeks?
My heart aches for you so far away.
I count the seconds that lead me to you.

Bring me my time faster, I beg of you.
I don’t wish for this time, but the time to come.
Let this minute feel not of hours but seconds instead.

Yet still this time is not fast, but slow.
Do you feel the same so many leagues from me?
Does your minutes not feel like hours or days even?

This time will pass eventually.
I know this, yet it feels like it shan’t.
And what do you know? It is yet nigh gone.

Time shall pass by for all.
Yet mine own time doesn’t pass by as yours.
All in the mind of the people shall the speed of time be determined.

@originalpoetry Alone with Friends
Surrounded on all sides.
Never without company.
Am I not still alone?

Home is not in sight,
but many leagues away.
Friends to the left and right.

Alas my mind is not present.
Yearning the company of home,
not a friend in sight can help.

Distance measured in leagues.
Is being in company alone?
My mind is yet to see that company keeps.

Finally I tell my love of my return.
Home is where I return.
Soon, my love, we shan’t be alone.