Open Spaces Poem by bob barci

I've taken note, again,
of a wide, open space
between my last words, and these.

I find,
that those wide, open spaces,
have a hold on me.

I've been tempted,
to break free,
and put on paper,
those words which held me captive.

It's no use,
I can't seem to break free.
Sets of words just pile up
making open spaces wider, and wider.

It's my indecisiveness,
I guess.
But, what can I do?
It's not my fault.
My open spaces always fill up
with so many things
that are better kept on paper.

It seems, that,
during my spacious times,
I get many a thought
and often,
I can wear my heart on paper.
But, there's no time,
to make, the sketch.

So, I settle down,
and sink, deeper,
into an ever, widening,
open, space.