The Stranger Poem by jeannie wischki

The Stranger

Rating: 3.5


Strangers' eyes made it all so very clear.
Ended over finished, I'm very sorry dear.

Struggling and fighting, trying to be free,
and once Stranger I'd met then I knew we'd never be.

A zap, a zing I never thought was true,
from a person I don't know, but my it felt so good.

In brief moments I knew, there was more to life out there.
Stranger made me focus, about what I really care.

I questioned myself for answers, the truth it lies in me,
And if I want to be truly happy, then I have to be free.

It was then I knew it could happen, possibility in the air,
waved goodbye to Stranger and left with out a care.

It's really not important, who that Stranger is,
just know that when I met him, he made me want to live.

Stranger with the banter and eyes of piercing blue,
so ever thankful really for the moment spent with you.

I never felt life dying, I'd thought my life was full,
But minutes with the Stranger I knew I'd been a fool.

So we are finally over, that Stranger set me free.
I am not afraid of consequence, what will be will be

But I wonder if that Stranger, knew the effect he would have on me.

Sunday, October 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: break up,friendship,meeting
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