The Way - Poem by hoedong howard
i've lost something.
i don't know what it is.
i am groping my pocket
the way with stone and stone and stone is going with stone wall.
the stone wall is closed with iron key.
the shawdow of the stone wall overhangs on the way.
the way's passed from the moring to the night and from the night to the morning.
groping the stone wall, i've made tears
watching sky, the sky is seen blue shamfully
the reason i walk on the way with no grass is there is me on the opposite of the wall.
the reason i live is....just... to find out what i've lost
Comments about The Way by hoedong howard
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You