Lost (Poetry)

over 1 year ago

The day you go out to ask the path,
the same day,
You have become unhappy with the pilgrimage;
Your path was lost

The day you said,
the conscience is the name of reverence,
Of rejection, that day you became the reasoning,
Patience fell asleep.

Still you have not died,
Your chances of you are big,
The same, Even today,
you are standing as a lamp

Come on, right now
You have a big support that you want to reach somewhere,
You split that you get entangled in thorns,
Clocted with a rock, stuck in rugged,
It was slippery, reproach;
Fall in steep well,
Somewhere in kitchen disclaimed

Long blindness in a valley,
Keep measuring the curse on the cigar,
Long dark cold night,
Keep shocking without any lamp,
Falling, falling, turning, sometimes caressing feet,
sometimes wiping forehead

You are going to be angry, blushing, thinking
Where the goal is, where is,
is there or that confusion?
Be sure alone in the rugged,
Know stable
Hey, what is this straight, the only way

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