Untitled Poem

I can't see it, feel it

More times than not 

When I feel no longer 2D I reach out to you 

With a shout 

Like the last trumpet blowing 

And cling onto your soul

Filling myself up 

Like a pitcher of water.

Worthy is your name

With words, I cannot explain

I cry and I seek

Through the colors in my Mind

Images that flash often with breaks of silence

Explain less shapes that represent 

All of the fear and regret 

Pages were turned momentarily 

I shot back into myself when you stared at me

For a second there I was lost.