Post by NeverMore on Apr 16, 2004 16:15:19 GMT -5
what is this
nipping at my soul
this late December night
sitting here alone
someone is knowing
or is it my mind
is that faint sound
just a wishful thought
or is something tapping
have I been so low
that the wind calls
I wish I understood
what happened here
the dream remains
the pain so real
of lost and forgotten
but something aches
saying let me in
who are you there
knocking so lightly
do you truly want in
or is it the wind
(I would place a poem like this and so many others I write, in a place called searching if there was such a class. At some point, we all are searching, at times, we suffer the search far to long in life)