Finding Love

I’m running, I’m crying
I’m waiting, denying
The lonely, they hold me
The sadness, is stifling.

I’m floating, heart hoping
This passion, is holding
The roots down aren’t groping
The tears are not soaking.

I’m aching, heart breaking
The leaves are now shaking
The tree of my living
Now withered and sloping.

I’m dying, I’m dying
No point in crying
The chances went flying
With each heartbreak, sighing.


2 responses to “Finding Love

  1. This poem has a nice rhythm and it’s evocative.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s