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Half of this poem is from 1984 and the other half 2025. What a lucky find. |
| Where i? January 1984 Where is the key to open my prison door? Where is the light to show me the path to take? Is there an answer to what I have been looking for? Do I go on or repeat my dumb mistakes? Will I always cry in icy silence? Will I always be my own best foe? Do I quit he sphere that I depend upon? Do I laugh or sing or cry, for my heart breaking woes? Can I see white clouds floating around me? Can I feel the touch of a warm gentle hand? Will I know when my prayer is answered? Or will I wait and crumble and join the dry land? Second Part October 2025 Have I learned the lessons of life? Have I seen truth when it came? Have I suffered alone too much? Have I missed love or simple fame? Did I put myself in a hole? Did I let others put me down? Did I want happiness so very much? Did I let my need for love drown? Somewhere I missed what others saw. Somewhere I let happiness go by. And where I am now, I wish I could change Because I'll never get out unless I try. I cannot believe that I found an old notebook with this poem from 1984. I was alone and feeling sorry for myself. Forty-one years later, I added part 2 and have new questions and an analysis of the thoughts that I wrote. There might be more poems come out of this old notebook. I am glad that I did not throw it away. |