As the sun rises
the rain falls.
Pulling us
ever towards the rocks
we
drifting
struggle to
hold the tiller.
We are the raindrops,
we are sky
the clouds
the tendrils
of sunshine flowing
down from the sky
rising
again from the water
we are.
The bell
shatters
the clouds
sending them far away.
We lose our way again.
We are the children.
We are now lost.
very nice amazing post and poem
Thank you, i’ve been writing poems for many years. Not all of them are well, even something that could or should be shared!
I love it. I sense a feeling of complete hopelessness.
It was a time in my life when hope was hard to find.
Very harmonious and good work! There are always times when we feel lost, not knowing where we are in the mystery of life.
The path to happiness goes through pain. Thanks, Albert!
Very true! That is the wisdom of life to be used as a compass of life!
Very good Doc, I like the rainy day picture as well. Very moody.
Thanks – aiming for moody! It is funny when I look back at the poems I wrote many years ago, there were dark poems like this one clustered around events in my life I didn’t understand at the time.