Foreign girl

Zarhgon

The clock strikes 4 once more

And how I wish it was 'PM',

But as with yesterday

I've let night become morn' again.

 

I guess it's 'tired' for me,

My sleep's tomorrow's problem, now.

My chair reclines slowly,

I lean back and I wonder how

 

I've lost the time so soon.

Where did all of my seconds go?

Why did the minutes run?

When did the hours stop running slow?

 

Was it when I sat down

And cried and cried because you're far?

Was it the moment I

Realised my life is so bizarre?

 

Did it occur when I

Thought long and hard on how I could

Tell you I love you, dear,

But found myself stuck where I stood?

 

How do I show you that

You're everything I'll ever need

When I can't just reach out,

Grab your hand, and then take the lead?

 

What's the best way to say

I fear the miles will tear us down

When all I hear is waves,

An ocean blue, in which I drown?

 

But not in water, no,

My lungs fill up with bitterness,

At the hand life has dealt

Our gap in space, I must confess,

 

Has left me losing hope.

Has left me thinking I'm not strong

Enough to carry us

Please convince me that I am wrong.

 

Please tell me I'm a fool,

That we can conquer distances.

Please break down my despair,

Crash down through my resistances.

 

The time seems far too fast,

When all I do is worry sick,

About us, you and I,

Makes racing of the tock and tick.

 

But darkness wanes to light,

Even the dawn starts to unfurl.

I'll just say what I can:

I love you, my sweet foreign girl.

  • Author: Zarhgon (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2018 22:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a poem about a girl whose body lives far away, but whose heart lives close to mine.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 19
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  • Nicholas Browning

    First two stanzas are the best. Best regards to you and your foreign girl!

    • Zarhgon

      Aha thank you, I agree, it really was 4am for me when I wrote it and I didn’t really know where I was going with it from start to finish, plus I have a habit of thinking of some good lines and then struggling to flesh out the rest if the poem, but thank you very much for your input!



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