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Jul 2021
I sit and then wonder, then i wonder some more, mind slowly drifting from my life’s shore. sitting and staring at the welcoming door, yet can’t decide to walk this inviting blank floor.
Is the grass greener better growing and tall, jumping the fence and just leaving it all.
do i answer the appealing inviting loud call, is it my heaven or to hell my last fall?
my cloud in this sunshine, so warm and divine, holds the peace captive and locked so behind, hurricanes and earthquakes in control of my mind.
what am i looking for, i really don’t know, feeling so empty to the pit of my soul. i have no objective with a set goal, only the hope to one day become whole.
Written by
gerald courtoreille
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   Brett
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