Someday

The feeling of a new pair of shoes

the fear,

that intuition comes in two's.

Life was a stage

and mine was painted blue.

I'm not sure

yet

what the purpose was supposed to be..

just knowing that im wasting..

theres so much that i had planned..

yet im here

wasting away..

my brain in shreds

like grains of sand sifting through my hands..

MY words that are ONLY words..

and my thoughts that wasted away.

My dreams that like the sand

washed away..

but i just sit here and hope,

someday.

 

Reviews

[Damien Dsoul]

The message is soft, yearning, and capturing. The feeling behind the purpose, behind the choice is one that's so evidently well grasped in this poem of yours.

[Monday Parker]

This is great. I think everyone feels like that. Like they are supose to be doing something else...Like your life is not being fufilled all the way...This to will pass...Then when you look back you see that the path you walked down was just were you were supose to be....