My 1st Poem; 12-7-16
-Dedication: Myself; When I was younger,
to remember always-
An empty room filled with silence,
only filled with silence.
The drips of the raindrops pitter-
patter on the floor.
The cold air seeps through
the window cracks.
The wind pushes the window wide
open and fills the room.
The room is no longer empty;
yet nobody is there.
Its dark, cold, and empty.
Isolated in the middle
of nowhere on top of a hill.
The ceiling collapses and I notice
its night outside. I step outside,
lay on the grass and the sky is filled
with stars. The moon is crescent
shaped and a shooting star crosses
its path. Nowhere else to go,
so I lay next to the destroyed room
where my only home was.
I look up at the stars, where they remain
eternal. I get up and begin
to walk in search for someone who I use
to know, but disappeared.
The night is young and I begin to walk north.
With nothing, but the clothes on me
and a heavy backpack attached to me like a tumor.
A long journey awaits me;
not knowing which path to take. I keep walking
north and I see an ocean
and on that ocean there's a boat.
I got on that boat and the wind begins
pushing the sails.
I trust the wind to take me
to final destination.
Who knows when and how long
I'll be on this boat,
but I'll be okay. I will hit wave bumps
and go through many storms,
but I'll be alright. There will be times
where I want to jump off
and sink straight to the bottom,
but I cannot give up.
Life itself endures hardships, yet the stars
will always be eternal.
My journey is long, but I am willing
to find that special someone.
When I do, the sun will come out
and it will be finally warm.
(My first poem; Date: 12/7/16)
Happy November
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