And I had lit upon that gloomy path to
new restorations.
I never knew what dangers dwelled in the heart.
When I came to seek peace,
instead I found war.
When I searched for love,
I revealed hate seeping.
When I sought out truth,
I found lies ever growing abound.
All this despair twisted my way,
foiled my longings,
showed me a different kind of light.
To change this,
I had no solution.
No plot, no plan,
no resolution.
So now I am just a wandering soul,
maybe you'll meet me at some crossroads.
No lamplight to guide me,
my hope has been snuffed
out.
Perhaps you will find my poor, lost soul
stumbling about.
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Here's to...
PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
