Remember hearing me mention I used to do a poetry spot on MySpace? Sometimes I still get in the mood to write. Other times I have bouts of writers block that lasts for years. I'm not good at what I'd call "Happy Poetry", so needless to say I haven't written any poetry since I got married as for the most part I've been too happy to write sad depressing stuff, which to me is the only stuff I write that sounds any good. To me, or rather with my writing style, good poetry only comes from real pain or love, something with real meaning with depth. What you're about to read (if you keep reading that is lol) is a poem I did back in 2006 called "Out of Reach". After the poem, if you have any Original Work of your own you'd like to post and share, then by all means please do. Lets see if we can keep this going.

Out of Reach

She is sitting there just out of reach,

Beyond my grasp, beyond my speech.

But yet again and again I reach out my hand,

To show her that I truly understand.

So I listen to her when she is lonely,

Just for the glimpse of her heart she's shown me.

Even though it hurts to hear her voice so divine,

It only hurts because I know that she'll never be mine.

Yet still I go through it, I take all the pain,

In hopes that some day on me her love will rain.

For that I would wait one thousand years,

For that I would spill one thousand tears.

It goes through my mind every time that I see her,

To the gods up above I pray that we were nearer.

These other guys use her, use and abuse her,

These other guys lie, cheat, and bruise her.

They do all the things that I'd never do,

I've tried to show her that my love is true.

But still she's afraid to come out of her shell,

So now I just wait here, sitting lonely in hell.

But I still think deep down, still I believe,

Some day she'll realize the love here within me.

Maybe she'll see, as I'd like it to be,

She'll know that it's me that's her destiny.

But until then I'll walk alone down this beach,

Because she's just sitting there, just out of reach.