I walked among the crowded thorns.
I stood too close and bled.
I fought the devil with his own horns,
And I saw myself lay dead.
What was my name? Whom could I inquire?
I was so shamed; my soul.. so tired.
I ran into some darkened thoughts,
some hatred that was tucked away.
I did not survive the war I fought.
I could not fight another day.
Who had I become? Where had I gone?
I was lost somehow. What had I done?
I stopped and looked at where I stood,
no new direction left for me to take.
I would change it all, if only I could,
but that is why it is called my mistake.
I like this one. Becuse I know how it feel to get that low in live
I agree with whoever gave this a nine. The writer here is good, but the construction and presentation of this poem was excellant. A real jewel. GW62
Who had I become? Where had I gone? I was lost somehow. What had I done A very interesting poem. passionate description of experiences which every one of us go through in life. thank you. tony
A brilliant piece, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart. A lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
A poem with a lovely flow and rhythm. Top marks. Best wishes, Andrew
You write passionately of a place we've all been! Excellent composition.
Very well-written and the self-questioning adds to the authentcity. Thanks and keep posting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely written. keep them coming!