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A poem

Through the days that come,
I wander aimlessly,
Simply searching for my true home.

Flowing streams and rivers try to guide me,
But twist and turn in infinite directions.

God sees me in pain and frustrations,
But does not shine his light on me.

My cries soften,
Legs weaken,
And I stumble to my end
Nowhere near my final destination.

Author's Note

Hey everyone. I know I haven't posted in a while and that is because I couldn't write a poem that I was proud of. Constructive criticism is welcome. Thank you!

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Am also a novice like you...and learning...and I did find some corrections in your poem like (near is*)...but liked the way of describing your pain in short!!
Thanks for sharing...☺!