I ask for advice
And seek to serve, to give.
Yearning for love
Once given I will not receive.
I walk along a path
Knowing full well that I should choose the other
And cry tears of suffering
longing for a savior and a lover
But even if he came,
Perhaps I'd turn and walk my own way.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/04/2022 12:16PM by mg.
Good one MG, having choices is a good thing.
Les
mg:
From the tone of the whole, I rather doubt your protagonist would be questioning whether he'd "turn and walk" his "own way." I think a more appropriate word with which to start the last line is, "Surely."
Good poem.
Joe
Hi Joe,
thanks for reading and commenting.
I think you're right. That does work better. Thanks.