Journey outside in

sylviasearcher

As I stumble and fumble and falter and fade

I wonder

Of this crooked path 

 

As I linger for longer and softly contemplate

I ache

At my own wrath

 

As I try and turn and shriek and cry

I learn 

Of a secret code

 

And as I compute a cocktail of algorithmic lie

I ride

The wrong road 

 

Like that recurring nightmare

Where I survived the crash

But am far from home 

 

As I brush and blush and wipe clean

The memory 

I have never known

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2019 09:32
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Comments4

  • Michael Edwards

    It's been a day of some super writes here on MPS and this up there with them - bravo.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Amazing poetry Sylvia

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks Faye, this was actually more of a scribble that firmed itself whilst I ate my lunch in the car between appointments, so was unsure if it was a bit rough,

    • Neville

      I feel as though I have been here before.. the same wrong road and crooked path.... with no idea where they lead, or where I am led....nice one.. N

      • sylviasearcher

        It’s the only road I know!

        Thanks for reading 🌟

        • Neville

          pleasure, and mine at that.. N

        • Goldfinch60

          Good true words here, we have all been along that wrong road but in time there will be a turning onto the right road leading to the light in life.



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