In forty days,
you can learn yourself.
Digging through the dirt,
inside your mind.
Reaching your hand out
in earnesty.
Hoping to leave,
all your troubles behind.
Staying strong in a
sea of misery,
reaching for a far away
light on the shore.
Gasping for breath,
to fill your lungs,
to cry out in pain,
as you've done before.
Lost in a spiral of
confusion,
brought forth,
by my own ignorance.
If I have failed in my
faith,
accept this then,
as my admittance.
I shall walk one more mile
in my shoes,
just carry me the rest
of the way.
Peacefully,
I shall awake from my
slumber
when it is my
apocalyptic day...
10 Dec '10
Hey! Hey! This time you donned the role of philosopher, so what yet the perfection, the same passion, the same powerful knock out punch is there in this poem. It is grace to read your poems as sense the thrill in reading. Two hands went up - one to congratulate the poem another to pat the shoulder of the poet! Ha! Ha! Ha! ..................
One thing I do like is your very open honest feelings, so very important to relate the passions in writings. Very good.
Ah, very interesting, and philosophical. I enjoyed this one. To sleep is to let the world go by, but sometimes, we feel that's all we can really do. Great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, a lot of depth, filled with powerful imagery. I can relate. Thanks for sharing.