Oh, that feeling, How your presence alters. Your
fleeting statures, How I praise your return and
dread your absence.
One minute with you feels like a year, But
seconds without you feels like an eternity.
The fuel of my day, The high of my life.
Oh, how you battle the sadness, Your
crusade to tip the scales for me. The
veil pulled over reality, Happiness, my
rare but precious friend.
By Clay Patterson, Contributor
Patterson writes, “I’ve always had a knack for writing and the short and quick format of poems have allowed me to write without worrying too much about finishing a project. I’ve written short stories, but I feel more confident in my poems as they material was written with more belief and emotion behind it than the stories.”