I sit hear awaiting words from you,

My words delivered ,are they yet read?

Did I say something I'd better not of?

Have I messed up yet again?

Figeating as I grow inpatient more my self than with you,

I fight back my desire to send more words to you,

Time drags on , self dowt grows , with in me,

''You've dun it againe'' , ''will you never learn?''

I say to my self , feeling hope , optermisem , draining a way,

Then I remember the feelings I had , '' better to have had , than not at all''

So what could have been , what is and what will be , at least I have those

thourts to occupy my mind .

Ken D Williams ( copy righted)