Here I am
a thousand miles from my past
I reach out to you
and always fall short of your grasp
a thousand miles from my past
I reach out to you
and always fall short of your grasp
My steps are measured
My voice offers no release
Everything in me
is bursting at the seams
If I were to whisper
Would you be able to hear
I’m being held hostage
by dreams that I fear
My confines are crumbling
All my thoughts are tumbling
They mingle with a future
that the present can not see
What can I do
Accept the reality
that this is me
6 Comments:
You need to compile your poetry and submit it to a publisher...please! I agree with the always lovely Matt. It's brilliant.
Matt: Yes I did, that morning in fact. Thank you :-)
Angela: Thank you, maybe one day I'll be brave enough to submit and expect all the criticism. You and Matt are too nice, thanks for the confidence boost.
I'm just glad that you guys get and appreciate my words.
Have a great weekend!
I think that is really beautiful! talented little bugger!!!
little bugger - lol
Thanks Shrooms
nice.
Welcome Rajesh Dangi, and thanks.
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