Poetry of thought

.Distance.

It's best you're only in realm of sound.
That is where my heart soars.
In leaving I tend to hit the ground.
Like I've walked through the moors
Waiting for the shot.

I have images of distance.
Visualize the connections of others.
Horrible words from my conscience.
It can not be hid by covers.
At least you'll see it not.

Should you see, I fear your worry.
More confrontation with care.
I appreciate, yet I'm put in a flurry.
To express or not, do I dare?
I think of this a lot.