Why is there no one here for me,
No companion for my heart?
I'm tired of pretending, wearing this mask,
Too long have I played the part
How can a heart feel so displaced,
Not knowing where it should be;
Even a bird, lost in its flight
Finds comfort in a welcoming tree
The sun and stars have been tended to,
Their courses have all been charted;
But yet I wander, lost in a fog,
Hope for guidance long departed
The decay of happiness is choking me,
I'm drowning in my own tears;
Still, I wait for The Light to come
And guide me through happier spheres
But my pilgrimage is almost over,
For my hunger and thirst - no relief!
So I'm burning my robe and my sandals,
Feeding the fire with all my Beliefs!
But my pilgrimage is almost over, For my hunger and thirst - no relief! there's always the feeling that time is almost gone and so little has been seen yet.
Good poem, though I hope it is not based on personal experience. The last verse is excellent.
DAMN! i just lost my comment while looking up humdrum! ! to repeat: i especially liked tears/spheres. this reminds me of the whining my stepdaughter sometimes does over the phone due to having 'lost' her love [they broke up, multiple times], and her lack of 'joy' in life. why can't people be more like me? ? i'm (sort of) content with my humdrum life. oh yeah; people don't want to live a humdrum life like i have. : ( the last two lines puzzle me a bit. the fire? robe and sandals? did you just get out of bed? ? i'm glad you didn't write...with all my Briefs. one must not give up the underwear. this shall be your second poem put in my February A Showcase For PH Poets, on my site. thanks for sharing. i chose it because it is close enough to 12 lines or less [your first poem was longer, and this month i'm being picky and limiting the length of the 2nd poem on display from each participating poet.]. bri :)
A truly wonderfully rhythmic tempo... delightful in its well place lines... the essence of genuine heartfelt longing was an absolute joy to read... touché dear poet... your pen is quite lovely!
Well written Lora. It was the Fire reference that drew me in. (I used to be a fireman :)) But it was the pathos which bade me stay to the end. A lovely plea from the heart.
Beautiful poetry. Just had to let you know. Enjoy it tremendously and learn a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my arms are waiting read my parallel universe