Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Poem: The Journey

I'm scared and under prepared
sat on the train
still feeling the pain.
What will they gain from seeing me?
She with all the blame.

Questions I cannot answer
emotions I no longer tame.

I think to when you first came.
How you instantly took away my aim
set me apart from this game.
You pulled me away fast as a speedway train.

When I arrive
you'll be by my side
standing with pride
for I went for the ride.
Am I still strong and able to hide?

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