Where Am I Going

Where am I going?


Where am I going? There is no sign.
There is nobody to make sunshine.
There is nobody that I can trust.
There is no proof that ever is just.
There is no desire; there is no game.
There is nobody but me to blame.
There is no death, and there is no grave.
There is no power to pray and save.
Where is this place that I am going?
Nothing seems real; there is no knowing.
There is no trace, and there is no clue.
They promised heaven without they knew. 
Within my mind, I am so lost.
The pain, I learned it, is my cost.
Haloo
10/2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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De Beaulieu Avatar
February 2, 2018 at 1:18 PM
Hello Pashang Salehi, this is such a sad poem. Pain takes time to heal, I know because it took me time to heal. In time you will to. have a nice day my friend.
Chircop Avatar
March 1, 2016 at 1:29 PM
When we are ill and in pain..we ask will.iy end? Is there a heaven to follow where we are to.rest.I do believe there is a sky of heaven,and another heaven on earrh.Im praying for you after I read Danuel s blog few days ago..God bless
Salehi Avatar
March 1, 2016 at 8:08 PM
Thank you... you're so kind
Goff Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 8:42 PM
The cure....wait for it.....little acts of kindness! Good poem! Pashang!
Salehi Avatar
February 11, 2016 at 9:52 AM
We are all going to find out, sooner or later...Thanks James
Gautam Avatar
October 28, 2015 at 10:35 PM
Amazing work...just loved the poem.^^
Salehi Avatar
October 28, 2015 at 11:09 PM
Thank you Gautam. I read your unknown Angel. It is nice. It seems you're in love. Who ever she is, she is a tree and you're its shade, enjoy the harmony.
A  Avatar
October 26, 2015 at 5:24 PM
Pashang, good question. I believe in Heaven... I know what waits for me. Love this poem. SKAT
Salehi Avatar
October 26, 2015 at 11:56 PM
Thanks SKAT Rumi said, I am drunk and you are mad who'll take us home and make us glad? Said a hundred times, if you had two or three cups less, won't be bad.
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