And i go to the wilderness
with a heart of bitterness
beyond the tarred roads
to where the toads croak
to see the wind blow
as bulbs will never glow
the moon and sun will roar
from dusk till dawn and crow
if milk and honey flow
for surely i must know
the feel of morning dew
from everything i knew.
i sweat for something new
for 'why? ' the grains are few
or lick the rabbit stew
my conscience knew the cane
that made the story pain
around the thorny twig
that shed her dearest leave
before the wind defend
the vine of lonely, breed
before the stories tell
of one that never rose.
I climb the rocky hill
to face the unseen wild
the worse will now decide
the tears i cannot hide
food is past and done
wine, return at dawn
till dusk i cry and pray
and wait the forming clouds.
I liked you poem...the rhyming of words especially though few spelling checks needed! ! ! Keep writing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beyond the tarred roads! Nice work.