The Path
Through the menacing fog lives hope.
Close your eyes.
They are blind compared
to the desires you had.
I see people in disguise,
sharing hate they gave breath
through the misunderstood love thread….
Banish my own soul to exile,
condemned for anxiety and expectation.
My mind struggles and runs endless miles,
in need of water for my dryness, my salvation…
My feet burn from the heated floor,
trying to find that celestial door,
the one which holds my only answer.
I think I’ve touched its knock before
but can’t remember how it feels anymore…I need to feel it, I need to walk faster!
It’s nowhere… Not a single trace all around!
And here I remain, forgotten and forsaken…
But there’s still path where there’s ground,
and still hope to be found.
That’s the path I’ve taken.
About the Creator
André dos Santos
Poetry has discovered me some years ago. I've been finding about myself ever since.
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