Lost Poem by Stephanie Saba
Lost
I'm to awake to sleep
to tired to dream
to thoughtless to think
as it may seem
I don't know which way to turn
on a one way street
eventhough there are many signs
I still can't move my feet
So I decide to turn back
and walk the road from which I came
for that path is right for me
and I know it all the same
I will not look back or regret
where the other road would have taken me
because now I'm back at home
with my friends and family
and it's the best place I could be
I love your poem, When we have family and friends that' s when we are home!
Wonderful write. I love it. Peace out, Lexi Baby
wow! ! you are an amazing writer.... hope to see you write more for us: D
Very enjoyable and has a nice flow... It sounds very much like one of my poems, it was trully strange while reading it! You might want to correct the word to, when describing to tired, ect, to too.... very good work..... Bonnie
An enjoyable read, Stephanie. It's always nice to come back home where things are familiar. Keep up the good work. Richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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OMG THAT WAS GREAT! ! ! ! !