You guided the weak wanderer in me
lost at sea,
Whose ship had sunk long time back,
Comforted me, Invaded me,
gave me the light I seemed to lack.
But where would you guide me through,
when there's no land for me to take refuge?
So what did you show me the light for?
To reveal my misery, fighting the waves,
while I was the lone survivor, trying to figure
if this vast sea was going to be my desolate grave,
And you could throw light on my burial,
be part of my memorial,
Where no one else would be there .
Giving me that blinding beam of light,
guiding me to the nearby nowhere,
for there's no land for me to take refuge.
// Just one of my 3 am poems , when all of a sudden I woke up in the middle of the night, writing the whole thing up. :)
2 comments:
The 3 AM poems are the best... as our dear Poet also knows and put down in words once. This is another brilliant piece of yours. I love the title of it and how it corresponds to the writing. Brilliant first stanza. :D
I liked this one as well... Good job B, as always :P
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