I used to be a stranger
A puzzle who couldn’t find its place
I let myself be drawn by the riddles of life
I ventured through the ocean of fate
Hoping I’ll find a home…
Out to this darkness where a hundred doors
Lead to a thousand more
And where towering walls
Forbid the flow of sunrise
I was caught by the shadows of faults and failures
And fought my way through the rain…
My heart full of emptiness
I wanted to reach you…
If only this road could lead me to a path
Where I could find a place
A place that seem unreal
And where true happiness
Lies ahead for all of us…
October 1st, 2007 at 4:13 pm
Is this dedicated to your ex? Oops. Am sorry to pry. I like this poem.
IMO, poems are still the best expressions of the heart’s beatings. I recommend for your reading pleasure the works of Robert Frost and Edgar Allan Poe.
Here is my share (from my sacred urn ^^): http://my-sense-and-sensibility.blogspot.com/2007/06/chilling-in-middle-of-raging-sea.html
I hope you’ll like it.
cheers! ^ ^,
October 3rd, 2007 at 12:22 am
Thank you Ronnie for your comment. Yep, it was for an ex.
Nice poem you got there too