Lost in desert

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    Lost in desert

    I travel round the world Searching for my morning sun With hope that tomorrow Brings joy and happiness But here I lay down My head filling it With sorrowful thoughts Darkness have overwhelm me My dreams have decided To remain dreams alone Reality is million miles Away from my reach Sorrow has become my name Lamentation my companion I seek light and found darkness Dark cloud has stolen my thoughts Leaving me with sackcloth To comfort myself Oh God! Will my day ever break?

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    spbsdude commented on Lost in desert

    10-15-2009

    This poem shows your despair and sadness. It reminds me of a poem I posted recently titled: "Anquish". I invite you to read the poem and listen to the message that it conveys. Life can be difficult at times, and sometimes it seems like we will never get out of darkness. I've been there, but all we can do is hang and hope that the day will break soon. Beautiful poem.

    ANNAMAE commented on Lost in desert

    07-23-2009

    Your morning sun is right there in front of you. Think of joyful thoughts. Time comes and goes fast. God hears you, he will break the dark in your heart and make the light of love for yourself and others you care about, in the form of a raidient glow that shines about you. Very nice poem: Annamae

    Charity

    07/25/2009

    Yes I have started thinking of joyful thoughts,thanks for the prayer

    Charity

    07/25/2009

    Yes I have started thinking of joyful thoughts,thanks for the prayer

    Strider commented on Lost in desert

    07-23-2009

    Nice work sister. Trust me night will break and your sack cloth will be made of rose petals

    Charity

    07/25/2009

    Thanks about that,I pray that the cloth comes in white rose

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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