Desire to write

While I was doing my Travel Writing hw, I got this strong feeling to write something. I couldn't control it. I just had to write. Yet, I don't write too many poems. I have poetry floating around in my head often, but I never lay it down. So I'll share my thoughts on my poem called "Waiting."

Waiting

Love is an entity that taking me some time to reach. My mind is like a tree as it grows during the spring and dies during the winter. The season of winter has frosted and chilled my mind for far too long. My mind desires for spring showers to be absorbed by my intellect and reach for the skies.

My heart is like a treasure resting roughly away from the clutches of man-kind or any man waiting to explore the gold it possesses. It chills, alone, at the bottom of this wide ocean called life. It sits aching as it rusts away from its rescuer.

Time is against me as my mind and my heart pains from reaching its desires. Unnecessary distractions cloud any attempts of rescue as my soul waits in anguish.