I don't believe in your kindest eyes,
it lies too much,
I was out.
I'm always worried, but I wasn't alone,
waiting for everything to be green,
I'd like to be home. My home grown.
Can you tell me please how things will be?
The days are long, where were you back then?
We're are not that wise, but I was with you all along,
until the day you left my foot stuck in the ditch!
Can you tell me please how life treated me?
The years are long, and weren't back then.
I wouldn't know how far I am away.
I couldn't say I've live up in the hay day.
I'm always worried, can't tell when.
I need someone to run too, but where do I find one?
And the wind blew me far north,
picking up all my chaotic pieces and gloom,
my head spins endlessly.
Sampaloc, Manila
February 4, 2018
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like a piece of paper flying in the wind
will said... thumbs up!
meaningful poetry , liked it
Wonderfull poem pal