I travelled so far
wished to travel more
the journey continues
like a never ending ray
don’t know when it began
don’t know when it will end
I wandered
To look for the questions
to ponder all alone
the curiosity kept high
kept me awake all night
I wandered
to answer my mind
looking across the brook
dazing the sky
counting the stars at night
I wandered
I travelled so far
they questioned my travels
they questioned my journey
so intruding they were to me
to those eyes prying
to those voices piercing inside
the closed ones went ignorant
ignorant to the pearls I stored
that laced as it flows
I wandered
Broken in dismay
with no savings
with no investments
all but nothing
I store
to the mere wisdom I hold
maybe I was looking at the wrong place
maybe I was finding the wrong person
maybe there was no one to comfort
maybe there was no competitors ahead
all answers
lay within
all questions aren’t questioning me
they are mere exclamations
that can be ignored
may the hard work shine
and the glory return
glory of the fallen soldier
Whose lost in desert
searching for an oasis
as it moves astray
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Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2021 02:16
- Category: Sad
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Reading your words today has made me want to pass on a piece of wisdom. Stop searching for answers, those answers will only come when you are ready to receive them.
I will heed your advice dear Dusk
I’m sorry your feeling sad , spiller ( a nicely expressed poem .
I guess we feel sad in unison
And by expressing we can uplift
Thank you so much Rose for being there
A gloomy one from you !! A different shade of life. Very well expressed. Heart Touching indeed. !!
You Wandering has stopped at MPS..:)
And there is no Dismay ,
As at MPS life is a Bright RAY !!
That’s poetic dear Vamsi
Yep the days of dismay has stopped and I need not wander anymore
Very emotive words spilleronsheet but that oasis is within you and will be before you soon.
Andy
I shall surely
And I will keep trying till then
Some storms challenged me
I shall beat those storms now
A useful write S.
Thanks a lot Orchi
Sometimes just sit, breath and remember things. Those journeys are your own .... so many questions are overwhelming but answers come with time.
Sure I will do that Lorna
A few minutes exclusively on myself
emotively worded, a poignant read
'questing for Our, who
in the what
we, strive to believe'
thanks for sharing!
Well said Sir
Truly it’s the essence of what I wrote
yes, absolutely beautiful but seriously sad ......................................... a gentle hug sent on its way ... x
Thank you so much
I feel the warmth
I am so happy to be at MPS
My silence is heard
My tears are given comfort
I am not alone in my journey
I think man never stops looking for the answers, and I think if he does, he would be better off killing himself.
Life truly is a mystery, and we all love mysterious.
Indeed
Life is mysterious and it ends with us in the grave
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