Friday, January 30, 2009

I wrote this poem a few months ago, if anyone has any input or thoughts or comments on this please feel free to express it.


the river is drying up
full of empty breezes
that pass me by

there is a storm brewing
in the distant path
will I ever escape?

this emptiness is tearing me apart
crumbling, falling
trying to find a way out

losing hope
solitude has become of me
like a never ending journey

I sit and wait
for it to end
time will only tell

is there a way out?
I see a window
that I lie beneath

inside that beacon of hope
is faith in the unknown
and I'm waiting here all alone.

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