Poem: Chapter

Another chapter that I have given.

Yet the words are still unwritten.

The clock is ticking, but my mind is still stuck.

Stuck in a place where the birds no longer sing.

Where the ocean has no tide.

Moving on is all that seems right.

The problem is when will my ride arrive.

I gave you a part of me that is still being written.

Yet I feel like this chapter will never be finish.