Where do I go from here?

I walked a long and dusty road

something pulling me, guiding me

I neared the end and turned away

where do I go from here?

 

I knew a man whose legs were weak

he couldn't walk alone

he would tiptoe through his wildest dreams

where no ones hands could hold him down

 

Does anyone know the answers

to the questions that plague my mind?

Does someone know the moral to my tale?

Will anyone tell me, "Listen, you can

hear the children's voices sing"?

Will someone be so kind to lift the veil?

 

I woke up from a restless sleep

to see a stranger standing there

he said, "You know not what you do"

I thought it was a dream

 

I saw a child upon the street

her body shivered from the cold

she looked at me as if to say

where do I go from here?

 

Will sunlight pierce the darkness

to warm a cold and empty soul

and sooth a broken heart that's full of pain?

Will arms embrace the newborn babes

touch tenderly the old and frail

and protect us all from the rain?

Reviews

[Gandré]

this was not poetry but rhythmical rendering of a personal situation which could be as well stated in prose or prose, I liked this one very much. Thanks for entering my contest.

[Tallulah]

I love this. Its so well written and full of so much emotion. This is beautiful with great imagery and description.

[Buni]

I walked a long and dusty road
something pulling me, guiding me
I neared the end and turned away
where do I go from here?

love this part! an excellent poem! very well written! the imagery was so good!

[visions of doom]

aah the words flow from a romantic heart to be sure but they work well never the less . be proud of yourself . really well written poem .

[Siv]

Beautiful images and fluid verse. Loved your last stanza. Thank you :))

[Flow~]

This is one of those questions, where to go now, what to do now.. these are the times we need to look for a higher power to guide us throgh the darkness.. This is yet another wonderful write by you, I have been enjoying your work all day.

[Rochelle Tyler]

We have all been here before and yet your words describe a scene that is all your own, well done.