WHEN
I searched without for happiness,
and I found fragments.
I opened my soul to love,
and my heart was slaughtered.
I covered myself with armor,
and searched again.
It was always right there,
beyond my fingertips.
Waiting for when.
I searched without for peace,
and I found turmoil.
I opened my soul to friendship,
and was rewarded with treachery.
I covered myself with honesty,
and searched again.
I knew it was there,
just beyond my grasp.
Waiting for when.
I searched without for comfort,
and I found indifference.
I opened my soul to kindness,
and found cruelty.
I covered myself with compassion,
and searched again.
I searched without for knowledge
and learned,
I should have searched within.
1 comment:
Your such a wonder-never told me yo wrote poetry. Good stuff-how about When part two and write about what you found inside-much affection Ronnie
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