OK... One more poem and then it's back to story time!
When Will My Life Be Sound?Sometimes I lay awake at night
my mind just will not stop
my head's about to pop
There is a reason why I'm here
of this I do believe
My past has made me who I am
yet still I can't conceive
Just why my trials keep coming
they never seem to end
Perhaps they make me stronger
perhaps they are my friend
Or is it that they teach me
or do they fuel my wrath
I try to hurdle every tree
that falls across my path
But yet I feel I'm in the air
more than I'm on the ground
When will I find the answers
When will my life be sound
I've got a good one planned for you next time, possibly the one you've all been waiting for but I guess we'll have to just wait and see... I don't want to build it up too much :-)
Signed, Regular Guy
You are such a tease..........you know it's killing me post it would ya...... love your poetry, I can't write that or fiction am terrible at it only poems I can write are dirty ones lol
ReplyDeleteI am not!...lol... You're too funny... Anticipation is a good thing... I have to give my public something to look forward to don't I :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. I know exactly how that feels. Ask one question at a time, sit back, and the answer will come when you're ready. Believe me, it works! When it appears, act upon it. I really like your poetry!
ReplyDeleteThanks Tamera... yeah...I know your right... one question at a time... one thing at a time... one day at a time... I think I need more time... lol
ReplyDeleteI can really relate!
ReplyDeleteGood poem:)
Take care,
Angel
Thanks angel!
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