Pacing down the path,
Racing down the street,
Placing tags on me,
Giving me a name,
Not caring a bit,
Trying to find my way,
Crying a river,
Down my red face,
Where am I now?
In between these two buildings.
I wonder how
I’ll get out of this darkness
There’s a light up ahead
A guard behind me… dead.
Have I done this?
I shake the thought,
And walk toward the light
My journey has begun
Everything that happened today,
Makes no sense at all
I try to get the answers
But every time I call
There’s no voice at all
I’ve got these bruises on my arm
I’ve got this slice across my face
I have all these questions…
To ask as my heart races
Who are all these faces?
To be continued….
nice poem baby grl i praise you for this kind of confusing but i got it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
confusion! ! ! ....this poem sounds like...you are doing some thing but you dont know it....its like a routine happening to you....but in the end...you will find answers too all these questions... beautiful poem brittany Nia