I wrote this when my fiance went to America for 5 months. As
a biopolar depression sufferer, it becomes clear in this
poem that I obviously wasn't handling it too well. However,
it reminds me how far I have come. I wrote it on the 25th of
May 2008. It was also my first poem. Enjoy. 

"Missing you
With every beat, tear, breath
Leaf, flower,
With broken breeze that cower
Beneath the raging, orange Sun.

I wait for every second,
Minute, hour,
To agonizingly pass:
Oh God I swear that time is fast 
Becoming an enemy as it fights not to move.

Oh but the obstacle is 'merely a pond', 
Not a great mass of unimaginable water
Stretching out past horizons, past hope
One could cross such a feat in a day no less
But I confess

I cannot stand up against such power,
Raging, Merciless,
My darling, I will withstand
This torture until I can land:
Find you, be with you, love you past those same horizons.

Forever is a feat I promise to commit to,
Oh but I shall never let you know
The screaming inside my pushed and battered soul,
I would never let you lose control 
With the knoweldge of my detangling sanity.

Please, please, please come back to me,
With every tear,
Strange, wet, loosed
From my isolated mind,
Praying, praying that you shall return and I'll find

That time resumes its regular routine.
Everything shall be right and lovely,
Beautiful, blossoming
Into a conquering 
New World.

The comfort that comes from the knowledge of 
Your returned feelings
Is not enough to heal my heart,
But your awe-inspiring love for me is a start
Until time decides to let us come together once more.

But  until that moment comes,
I, like the rest of the herd,
Shall continue to movce
While blood, sweat and tears carve further grooves
On my already slaughtered existence.

I live for the moment when my eyes shall see you,
Our hearts shall connect once more:
So the emptiness will be filled
And I must drill
Into my mind that yes, 


Hope is not yet dead."