i look to the skies
in these lonely moments
listening to the thunder pound
all these thoughts rolling through my mind
what to do? where to go?
im on my own
theres nobody left but me
there are dark days, alright
nobody for comfort
just me
how i wish there was someone here
sound of the rain helps put me at ease
i keep searching my soul
trying to put it together
its hard when there peices missing
i seam broken
broken pieces missing are somewhere out there... life has to go on, get up and find those pieces to make your life whole again! High marks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
broken needs to be repaired..pieces to find with the flow of life to evolve...soon to be found with patience... nicely written.... Ency Bearis