I stand alone
Pale and grim
I stand in waiting
For that part of me
Separated when worlds where made
So unjustly snatched from me
But a promise made
That I, you shall find, and make whole
A promise to fulfil
That says will make me whole again
Hasten up! Dear one
For I may give up too soon
Threading rough paths alone
Achen soul and withered mind
I grow weary
Hasten up I beckon dear one!
I have few a breath left to sigh
For if you come later than now,
I shall fade away
Never to behold you
How long shall you take?
I have waited millennia
Searching for wrong faces
Confiding in wrong hearts
Consorting with wrong bodies
Resulting in nothing but a shattered heart
Before this life of mine fades
For soon it will,
Show thine face
Show thine, heart
Bare thine soul
To this lonely earthling called "I"
This lonesome traveller in a strange world
Seeks to unite with you. For eternity.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoetryA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
