We torture our souls
With thought
Tortures, not bought
Some, nightmares,
Are self-imposed.
We are but, Explorers
Hoping to one day
Discover
The meaning of things
We don't know
Today,
Fighting our way
Thru Time,
Mundane dangers,
Fractured dreams.
Not knowing really
Where to go,
Whose hand to seek
To hold
Where to get help
Not to fall,
Thought, thoughts, thought
That we must explore
In order to exist,
In order to fulfill
Life's mysterious call.
It is in poetry where we can explore all. To write is to learn. A finely tuned poem that shows the way. Thank you Sandra for your comments today. Remembered Then Forgotten. It hung off another poem I read today. I rarely personalise my poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thoughts are deep and limitless. Writing them makes poets explore even deeper messages to convey... An exceptional write, dear Ma’am Sandra...10+++