I didn't know they were dead stars
Was I praying to the dark
Following the wrong charts
Leading further from the heart
Was I simply going nowhere
Stranded in the past
Making all the wrong turns
Tripping, tripping on my tracks
Lost in the dark
But I know I'll find my way
I don't want to stay
In the dark
Where it seems I've been everywhere
But nowhere near the heart
Lost from the start
I have to learn to listen
To my heart and nothing else
I'll have to cross the distance
Before I can be myself
Find myself, free myself
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
How magnificently introspective and honest. And oh how we try to find the right path. A marvelous write, I could feel myself in your words!
Love your title. In my mind I can see those lightless stars. You are in good poetic voice in this one, Sonya.10, of course. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nobody could say you don't think like a poet. Any self respecting writer would be jealous of those first lines. After after recovering from the jealousy..in awe, of course!