It's been a couple of months,
A year perhaps
I have outgrown the desire igniting inside me
To comeback again to where I started
To go East.
To sit down under the bridge,
Stop my weary soul from wandering
And listen to the only crashing sound,
The waves... for once not my bleeding heart
And the thought that the place will give me what I deserve to see
Where things went wrong,
Where have I gone wrong?
The questions left unanswered,
And the thought
That only the East can answer.
It has all been a dream.
Navigated my torch to the empty horizon
Misleading my path
To where I can cure such wound
But now it has been cleared,
As I sail aboard the upward direction
No right turn, just moving forward
I see the seashore shining
With its sands of hope
And here I can finally say that
The heart can only rest at East
But the North heals it.
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The Sanctuary of Pain (POETRY)
PoetryMay the answers look for you when you cannot find them.
