All we have is the present moment,
Yet I question if we truly own it,
Why do I choose this pause of action?
It must be beyond my comprehension,
Will it delay certain satisfaction?
Holding back with my apprehension,
Will you understand my silence?
Will you know that I care?
I am only fumbling through these events,
Without you I am not there,
With you I am still here,
To think what is now was once then,
To be whispered in your ear,
To be written down with a pen.

Published by Daniel Feindt

Daniel Feindt currently lives in Bucks County PA, where he has written many poems and self-published various books... Currently Daniel also enjoys painting artwork with acrylics and works with web-design to share his work online... In 1999, Daniel was diagnosed with a mental illness, which has inspired him to learn how the mind works, as well as what it means to be human in this world... With the range of thoughts and emotions involved, he has aspired to present them in the best way possible for the reader...

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