Never Alone

 Who do I become

Who was I

Never had dreams

Of what I wanted to be

When I grew up

Too busy fighting

For what I can't even remember

So here I am

Lost and Alone

Just like I was years ago

Nothing seems to have changed

But the years gone by

Wait

Now I see

Alone? No

I'm here

To look within self

I can see

So my journey begins

And where I end

Only God knows

Reviews

[kollaboratyve]

You may or may not know this, but this is the kind of poem that wins a nobel prize. I do not have a nobel, but I know genius when I see it. You are truly a gift to poets, and that is not flattery! I'm embarrased to say that I stumbled upon your profile. I wish I could say something more than that. Your penmanship is powerful and thought provoking, original, and deep. I do not know where you have been hiding. No doubt, if you take poetry serious, you will stand on the stage with the greatest of your era. Bravo! bravo! bravo!

[C. C. Burl]

Let me tell you, this is beautiful. I look back at myself often and wonder . . . have I ever changed? I feel so much the same, alone . . . but it is good to 'look inside' one's self. I love this. I really look forward to reading more of your work.

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Such a sad poem that ends on such a hopeful note. thanks for sharing your emotions to us.

kena

[Mark D. Chevalier]

"Too busy fighting, for what I can't even remember."
This took me back a few years, and the feeling was not nostalgic in origin. Instead it brought with it a ringing sense of sadness. And a poem that can do that is a powerful statement indeed. Excellent poem.
M