She is walking down the long country road All alone in the winters cold.. Just a forgotten child no place to go. She is like an extra piece to a puzzle That never could belong.. So she will take this road to no where.. She will walk this life alone.. Sometimes cars and trucks speed by her.. Rushing icy wind through her soul.. But they never take notice.. They care not where she goes.. So she continues to walk this road to no where.. Searching for a home.. She is still yet a child.. The darkness scares her so.. She wishes she had someone.. Who would love her like their own.. She dreams.. in the darkness.. Perhaps at the end of this road.. There could be others just like her.. With no place left to go.. the walkers of the lonely .... The lonely dark roads.
excellent write, erica; and the animated pic of the lightning flashing is stunning! well done! :D (((HUGS))) and love, your friend in texas, karen lynn.
Powerful and moving.
"Sometimes cars and trucks
speed by her..
Rushing icy wind
through her soul..
But they never
take notice..
They care not
where she goes.. "
Excellent.
~Chrissie
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Your poems always move me; this one is of no exception.
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reindeer
this is sad, and chilling and lovely,
a thoroughly good write
john+
love Tinka
it much!
"Sometimes cars and trucks
speed by her..
Rushing icy wind
through her soul..
But they never
take notice..
They care not
where she goes.. "
Excellent.
~Chrissie