Am I saying hello again?

Or a drawn out goodbye?

I don’t know 

The countless miles traveled

To search for what was missing 

To run away from what was hurting 

The too brief moments of peace

And the hope that wavered between truth and lies

I am tired of writing poems 

That do not seem to touch the intended heart

Of weak cowards

The betrayals of the trusted

Singing songs into the silence 

And the seeming endless waiting on God