i
tried to search
a meaning
for life
when
i didn't care
find
myself.
a
sojourn
without direction
a direction
without bearing
in countless walks
in endless circles,
picking
up the pieces
along the way
but never
patching them up
just collecting
nodding
existing
knowing
i've failed...
by Bryan Clayton
1 comment:
Bryan:
This is an interesting poem; somehow the poem is very effective a personal expression but doesn't transcend and become universal. Try rewriting it a bit.
You can email me at editor@poetspeak.com
:)Kurt Kristensen
Post a Comment