Time passes hoping for a helper,
a mire of rejection recieved in his shelter.
Journey alone, training to be brave,
to face a group of soldiers who are coming like a wave.
Trying to seek refuge but still a loner,
thoughts troubling him like a big moner.
Wanting a leader to show him the way,
otherwise without guidance might go astray.
Yet sober and listless crying tears that never fall,
hoping there will be a light which lies among them all.
Clues and plans are yet to unravel,
yet a sign of hope in him is still to travel.
That is in this world of darkness there will be light,
which will only be revealed if he fights with all his might.
Life has been so cruel to a person like him,
for him to travel and to seek a better whim.
Answers is still to be answered and battles to be fought,
walking miles together through a land of drought.
Time passes hoping for a helper,
still searching who will be his true saviour.
Thankyou so much for your compliments as i will surely treasure these comments and keeping in mind when i write my next poem.And continue commenting.
Sadly for the milling millions plodding all over mother earth's bosom there is no messiah and no respite as we look all around there is so much pain and suffering.... mostly we are just…..sacrifices at the alter of bloated egos in the maniac temples of self aggrandizement. great lines...very well written.... loved it :)
wowwwwwwwwwwwww another great piece of writing! wini was going on praising ur work on the phone to me! its wonderful keep writing more! ! ! honour of talking to u ! ! great great great! ! ! ! !
hey its me again can you please tell me how you write so well. i admire your work. you write poems of such indepth meaning at such a tender age. great
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reflecting the past memories and there is hope for the future. Good Luck! ! ! !