Within me lies an overwhelming emotion,
Something I cannot explain,
Deep beneath all that stands here,
Is a feeling that stings with pain.
Pain of uncertainty, pain of the unknown,
Yet I am swimming in all I feel,
Drowning, and losing my breath,
In something that seems to be real.
Displacing myself, yet I cannot move,
My feet remain cemented in this place,
Stuck between wanting more,
Though I'm unsure it is in this space.
In the space where I remain standing,
Looking, yearning, craving,
For something that I have touched just lightly before,
When all of me I should be saving.
Naked, in truth I stand alone,
But that feeling keeps me company,
It talks, and listens and dwells here,
And when I'm gone looks for me.
I should know where to go,
And what I should turn to,
I thought I was over writing these poems,
Yet it waits, and forces me to.
It, yes, that is what it is,
A mirage, an untouched being,
But I have touched, and felt it not just once,
Therefore it stays, at least it seems.
Walk away and leave it perfect?
I am uncertain about if I can,
This being, untouched and felt not just once
Is a distant mirage of a man
