This is an incomplete poem I began at the tender young age of 20 years, in the midst of angst-ridden youth. (Fortunately, my thinking is different now!) Much of my poetry on this site is a mish-mosh from different time periods in my life. This particular one has forever remained a fragment - -to date- - hence, the title. I wondered what it would be like to allow our wonderful worldwide community of talented poets to have a go at completing this poor orphaned fragment. Let's see how we all do! My only 2 requests are:
1.) Please preserve the original rhyme scheme, and
2.) Please be nice!
Not to let you do all the work, I just finished it myself, but am not happy with the results. Here's a chance for you to do better. I'll offer up my ending after I see your results first.
Day after day, I wandered alone
I wandered alone with the wind in my hair.
I wandered alone with the sun in my face,
And when I was with people, I felt out of place.
Night after night, I prayed to my God
I prayed to my God and I asked for His help.
I prayed to my God, and I asked for a sign
That would show me the place on this earth that is mine.
Week after week, I wandered alone
I wandered alone with the rain in my hair.
I wandered alone with the clouds overhead,
And avoided the world, and I wished myself dead.
Night after night, I cried to my Lord
I cried to my Lord and I questioned His will.
I cried to my Lord
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem