I hear my own silence
I try to write my nervousness away
I really do not know what to do anymore
Maybe I am at the end of my road
Without really knowing it
So much has not gone right recently
I can write my thoughts and feelings
As I am doing now
But who cares?
And what does it mean?
Perhaps I should go outside
And walk and walk
Until I can walk no longer
I don't know
I write these lines
And I am still lost and nervous and lonely and afraid
God help me.
A well scribed poem....... Truly fascinating......5 stars*****
I am still lost and nervous and lonely and afraid God help me. /// God helps the lonely life when it prays truly
I care We care Though we stare Coz i m here you are there Lets be fair Life is precious no matter how bad You sound sad Rather than walking Get someone talking Or better still read write critique poetry I have over 400 pieces here Have no fear Tear them apart Say your heart Some a funny Very punny You will smile While you walk a mile
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'Perhaps I should go outside And walk and walk Until I can walk no longer I don't know I write these lines And I am still lost and nervous and lonely and afraid God help me.' - Cheer up, dear poet. Just continue writing. Your poems are like beautiful flowers! 5 stars*****!