On an endless journey
Through a wilderness
They ride without hope
Fruitless aim
Totally lost
The moon full up ahead
Birds flying high
Crowded on my mind a little heist
Now, I don't know what next to write
YOU ARE READING
Random poems
PoetrySometimes, the only way we can truly express ourselves is by penning our emotions. When we need to be heard, but no one seems to listen. The only option is to write in hope that someday, someone truly worthy will listen and understand.
