Patrick William Kavanagh
Patrick William Kavanagh Poems
A Close Encounter
Sitting at the bus stop all alone, acting busy, toying with my mobile phone,
No mail, no texts, just playing games, and just pretending I don't feel alone.
A smile from you would mean so much, - but I can't catch your eye,
I think you're lonely just like me, - I smile at you, but you can't see.
The lonely moments ticking by, I see my chance is slipping by,
I realise that you will never look my way,
And fear's the reason why.
My smile dies in the frozen wastes between our hearts,
A friendship that will never be, A love that could have grown from such a simple ...
I Am Ready To Leave
I am ready to leave, for the fear has past, and there is nothing left to prove,
I am ready to leave, the time has long already past, for all that binds me here.
I am ready to leave, the knots that held me have all frayed, they lie in tattered shreds about my feet.
I am ready to leave, the nails that pinned me to this tree,
have long since rusted back to dust,
And I am free.
My burdens cease to bother me, their weight has stripped my nerves of pain,
My burdens soon will find another