Walked away
With each stride forward,
Wondered about all that was left unsaid.
Whether it would have made a difference.
Was it the right decision?
Was it a mistake?
Wishy-washy, I was tired of waiting, working.
Wanton presence, weakened by this wearisome pattern.
Wary, I walked away.
What was once warm,
What once made me feel whole,
When did it become a burden for my soul?
Wants that never coincided.
Where do they go?
Waded in head first, thinking things will change.
Wave-like, I went back and forth.
Wishful for a happy ending.
Wishful,wasteful.
We talk, we smile while in our hearts--
Wanted posters are hung over places we empty.
When tomorrow comes,
We'll talk, we'll smile
We'll sing but with a broken chord.
With time all will heal and we will go on.
YOU ARE READING
Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
