Lost course

Hurray! my time would be great

I yelled to the streets

With cares in its bunch in my pause

I moved to the east.

High hopes flying high

Like wings of no mother

Here I am sour feeling poor and ravised

Like all my years are lost.

Comments: 5

Kushal Poddar Oct 27, 2009, 1:46am EDT

Brilliant. Brilliant.

soliloquy and sunset

Noble Chinwendu Oct 27, 2009, 2:04pm EDT

thank u, thanks

Adrian Eve Revenaugh Oct 27, 2009, 1:58am EDT

This is a perspective shifter from the Lost Course.

The Surreal Circus

Risa G. Oct 27, 2009, 2:01pm EDT

interesting poem.

Angela A. Oct 27, 2009, 11:26pm EDT

When we become lost, we have to find our way again.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting b