I'm crying out in silence, as I weep against hanging. As the moment passes, the more I'm not sure what's going to happen. The more I think about it, the more it screws me up.

This is not exactly a poem, but will do:

I walked on the abyss of hatred,
Then I met you,
You made the world a perfect living place,
Because I know that I love you,
I miss you,
Do you know that?
I hope you believe that

Take me out of that place called hell,
And bring me out of the misery I once cannot tell
Perhaps the never ending cry of starvation,
May commit thee to the outstanding conservation

I don’t make sense.
I do believe you think hence,
The opposite nor the same thing
I leave the place unharmed
But touched by the angel
Disguised as a human

I commit to the changes in the earth
Maybe because it’s hard to bear
I weep against the walls of our heart
To creep myself from the dear

Clear my heart of the troubles
Free my mind from the pain
I weep in your abscence
And I weep with joy on your presence.

Posted by Ron Valiente