A Walker

When I sink in the night

I open my life

I hear desperate cries

Of my soul;

For the sins- it harbours.

 

I’m still learning life

I’m on my way

To the mirage of happiness

In my heart;

A fake spirit I nurture.

 

I’ve found love by a touch

I adhere to that kiss

But hatred do prostrate

In my conscience;

I feel the brutal torture.

 

When I’m alone with myself

I tear off all myths

I write my own book

Mixed with truth and lies;

A walk through a street of adventure.

Reviews

[Tree]

A powerful and honest poem, that delves deep into the realm of self examination. It is an important step when we realize who we have become, and who we want to be. Truly enjoyed this piece. There is truth here.

[Mockingbird]

i especially like the last stanza. i wish i could do that and be true to myself. excellent poem.

[Igor G. Balatsky]

On the edge of the very Nowhere
Beyond Darkness and Light I am
Picking up splinters of stars
To thread them in beads
Of my new incarnation

[Amila Jay]

A very nice write:-)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Truly and enjoyable read that has so much poetic flavor!

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there is conflict in this piece, as if you are free when alone because you cant be judged..but not yourself around others..life is this moment everything else is the past or future and we have no control over either..what you do in the moment is yours - go for it :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I agree with Leslie about that last line being an excellent title for a poem. Pure excellence penned here.

[Leslie Philibert]

You are one of a number of very good Indian poets I read on this site.I really like the last line,which alone would be a good title or idea for a poem.Good work.