Over time I look around
To see new faces
Knowing I'm not home
I walk down this lonely hall
As the strange faces look at me in awe
Farther I go
Away from the living
Creating my strife
As I leave my social life
Alone is what I want
So I keep walking
Never stopping
Down this black road
And into the darkness
And into the cold
Now realizing I am alone
You will never be alone, thats the thing.. the part of life... God is there looking at you, you just have to search and you will find him smiling at you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear youngest friend, you are going away from the strange faces but enter into a large gathering of more than 15000 poets of Poem Hunters to twinkle for ever. Cheers!