the search
beyond all stars,
i've searched,
with well strung hope,
that lead me weary,
and thirst,
lost and self-swallowed,
yet my It still shone,
wanting so badly,
that it hurts deep within,
trying to assure that you exist,
yet doubtful of your existance,
in my silent tears,
i'm draped in dream,
yet awake in search for you,
hoping you would come and grant me,
yet arise with emptiness,
now that i believe in my way,
a hand is ushering me,
will this hand lead me to my final search?
is this a destiny?
am i destined?
beyond all stars,
i've searched,
with well strung hope,
that lead me weary,
and thirst,
lost and self-swallowed,
yet my It still shone,
wanting so badly,
that it hurts deep within,
trying to assure that you exist,
yet doubtful of your existance,
in my silent tears,
i'm draped in dream,
yet awake in search for you,
hoping you would come and grant me,
yet arise with emptiness,
now that i believe in my way,
a hand is ushering me,
will this hand lead me to my final search?
is this a destiny?
am i destined?
posted by Melyong at 10:34 AM
1 Comments:
One has to read it in a pretty good mood to not get confused and irked by this poem. There's a lot of meaning, I agree, but you still need help with your grammar (and I don't care about the It thing) and probably a little bit more flow to it.
Nice, though.
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