#7

It is hard to recapture things
That move like mist and hide like dark
I glimpse you every now and then,
But never really see for sure.

I feel a stale and somber pall
The tension building slowly now
And in its great crecendo here
I'll be wiped away somehow.

I wish that I could cry tonight
Or scream in not so silent rage
But something holds me back from that
And keeps me stalled this night.

I feel stuck- I hope that you
Are doing something else
And feeling qute a different thing
And nowhere near this dead..

It never seems to let me go
As if it was an entity
And though I try to shake it off
It's you that I will never see.