Climbed the highest rock,
I hoped your face I would meet.
I hid in a cave,
Rode my mind out of place.
I wandered in the shadows,
I was being watched.
Even under such protection.
I walked out and went on.
I climbed faster,
Only to fall down again.
I searched and only found deception.
It was infinite.
The journey didn't end there,
I continued marching on.
Today they ask,
Where has he gone?
Where is his place marked?
In a place of many,
I ended in a place of my own.
I don't search the truth anymore,
But have found the will to grasp faith.
I hoped your face I would meet.
I hid in a cave,
Rode my mind out of place.
I wandered in the shadows,
I was being watched.
Even under such protection.
I walked out and went on.
I climbed faster,
Only to fall down again.
I searched and only found deception.
It was infinite.
The journey didn't end there,
I continued marching on.
Today they ask,
Where has he gone?
Where is his place marked?
In a place of many,
I ended in a place of my own.
I don't search the truth anymore,
But have found the will to grasp faith.
-Erick Flores
love this, deep and smart expressions.
ReplyDeleteHello! Thank you for taking the time to comment on my poetry. It means a lot to me! My day is going well. Your?
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-Erick Flores