Where do I go

I am trying to encourage my friends to write some poems for me so I wrote this as an example...

Where do I go?

 

 

It is still early in the afternoon yet,

 

 

I did not have a nightmare or even any dreams,

I feel lost much like a new pet,

Just sitting and waiting to be found it seems,

I don’t know why I have a cell phone,

It never seems to ring,

Started the work for my “hive” like a good little drone,

Feeling helpless and defenseless for I am without a sting,

Seven more days and nights I must wait,

Each day seems longer than the last,

It would take an act of nature to stop me from going home, maybe an act of fate,

I know going back I will still be shadowed by the wicked past,

Nothing will keep me from keeping my goal in sight,

Because when I am again with my friends I will always walk in the light