Saturday, November 19, 2016

Thoughts of Richard Cory

Lonely yet not alone I stand,
Watching rain fall on the parch-ed land.
My mind wanders far away
To a place I cannot stay.
I wonder how this came to be.
I wonder how I lost the core of me.
I wander and I roam,
Where is to be my next home?
I don’t know where to go
Where the sadness will not flow.
I have no more hope,

For I have reached the shreds of that tight rope.

No comments:

Post a Comment