Footstep Of A Forlorner Poem by muigai wordsmith

trudging along lifes circles
bubling with wisdom live Pevicles
forlon upon mine soul bequithed
the scope of vision here unclear
I contend with this sullen notion
of berieve anger and disenchantment
like a bat I fly blindly to lands yonder
upon my alight I ponder
of my plight a forloner
I am sad I am mad
I cry foul of a raking hear
ambers of pains pierce my heart
my love my all
I love me but I love you more
I stand here with this hope
that in the morn
you will stop.this brawl
and love for all.