end of the breadcrumbs
I hear the other person
Drawing ever closer to me,
Footsteps I can hear and
A body outline I can see.
I stay as still as I can manage,
The idea of being found
Scares me beyond reason,
And I try not to make a sound.
I want to be alone in my quest.
I want to be the only one.
I want to be alone in my journey.
I have only begun.
~ by wanderingwonderer on 08/07/2009.
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Tags: alone, body, breadcrumbs, fear, foot, footsteps, journey, mystery, poetry, quest, singer, song, sound, the only one
thank you very much for sharing
it’s perfect in the late of night
and as it happens, I can relate
keep on
i can completely relate..
you write very naturally…
my latest entry,minutes ago
so far
July 8, 2009
the creatures were at their creek
when they witnessed me by the moon
I was quiet enough on my path
but they looked up, then back down to their drinking
I was so lost they didn’t scatter
so lost the full moon only considered my prayers
I got turned around when the wind picked up
I can’t find my feet or so far
my way back
interesting sequel to your last post. if i put the two together i can read a lot into this but i am afraid to speculate because i am really bad at comments. lol still i sense a solitude or a longing there of. or is it fear?
Charles, it’s pretty much a combination of both.
And don’t worry about speculating, I like to hear (or see) what other people think about it. You know, see if what I think I am saying is what really comes across to someone else. I’d like to hear what you think it is. =)
~Kristin Nichole
*small smile*
We are all alone when we start hun…
It is THAT…that one thing that makes you a poet.
You know alone.
M.L.
Thank you for visiting as well M.L.
I have added you to my blogroll, and I hope you don’t mind, but I put you on my “Awesome Links” also. =)