For frustrations creep in slowly in the silence, and the soft hum of the room disturbs the balance of my tired mind. My eyes are empty islands on vacation with a hammock and the garlands of sweet flowers 'round our necks. My defiance to defeat is like fighting against giants. Still I forge ahead for failure is no choice, I will shout and sing until I lose my voice, I will write - and every poetry or prose, will reflect the truth, my happiness, my woes. And I sit here with my hands upon my face, for my heart is lonely, longing your embrace. Must this distance be a harsh neccesitation? In my room I sit alone in contemplation. -reyjr This is the first ever "serious" poem I published on Reyjr.com ever made. lol. Check out my other less serious ones here: Poems The wonderful painting above can be found here: Paragon Fine Art - Stephanie Clair and is called "A MOMENT OF CONTEMPLATION" Subscribe to Reyjr.com