I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;
he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.
He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame;
but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.
Hearing the poem read by the computer generated voice is too sad and lifeless. Please let a real human read these poems from now on.
Along with our brighter side there is a darker side too. The darker side always accompany the brighter side even when we go to meet the God, in our final tryst! Wonderful write!
I like this poem. It is that other self when most people aren't looking
The Lord the love and light from the dark silently there are many followers of love and light yeah; there are the follower of true love of life/////////
This is an honest look at himself, quite introspective. He need not be ashamed of a proud swagger, in my opinion.
I came out alone! ! Ashamed of myself. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Intimidating and inspiring poem...............1000+