this poem of mine.

The days are long
and time is an endless period
that I continue to endure
tripping over myself
taking new paths and
closing new doors
behind me
finding treasures in my own
looking deep
my insides grown
ceaseless are these lonely night
sweating chilled all through this
avalanche of emotions
question each devotion
reclaim my vision
redesign my livin
take the rhythms of motions
of our time times space
are we still dreaming of
the same intimate place
my counter is crossing
and ticking by seconds
this towns of the essence
and I still miss your presence
and in the present there is
my heart, my time
this poem of mine.