longing

a lonely girl roams a long road

leading to the lone tower 

in the grassland.

she walks on the road 

staring at the sky, 

the trees, birds and streetlights.

begging them to answer

the questions 

who mercilessly stalk her.

longing for respite

from the chaos of the past

whirling in her soul.

she seeks replies

to the letters she wrote 

to God with her silence.

she longs, she walks alone.

she walks day and night

her only occupation these days.

travelling to where the long road cant take her

longing to get out and away

from the tragic monotony of her life.

longing to meet faces 

showing something other than curiosity or questions.

she talks to herself, they say

when she knits stories and weaves characters.

she longs, she walks alone.

she walks and walks 

until her feet are sore 

and the pain pulls her out.

she walks and walks 

until the night starts to warn 

and the threats of darkness are severe.

she goes home, 

meeting sarcastic smiles or pitiful eyes.

she sees but pretends to ignore.

she smiles, struggles inside all alone

she longs and longs.

she is held by weakness 

and disappoint; afraid to venture

she has let her friends go

and befriended the road.

hoping that someday

her reverie will come to fruition

hoping her dear characters

don't go into oblivion, unnoticed.

impatient, she dreads her loneliness and the road.

yet she walks and longs alone.

she longs to be more

more than a lonely roamer 

a victim of rumors

a sight for lechers.

she longs to explore

more than the lonely road

wanting to get out of this, to be free

longing to be more than she has been

not knowing what or how 

but she longs to be something more

so hoping she smiles and walks the road.

Author's Note

sorry if they make you cringe.
i wrote all these poems about 10 years ago when i was in a dark place.
English is not my first language.
ignore grammar problems.