A WALK IN THE MUD
A walk in the twilight; the genius to the morning My legs heavy like i am walking on the wet sands of the shore I hear birds chirp, sing, and flap their wings I see no one, only a faint shadow of my glory The ground cannot be seen to know where i tread My heart hardens as i tread along the more slowly by the minute Suddenly, a tear drips down to ground from my tiny, little eyes to realise my steps have been all wrong The sensation of bitterness beginning to engulf my being to replace my within Can this be possible? Is this believable? But it is happening before my tiny, little eyes you see My being is been torn apart to be replaced by a feeling i do not know What a strife! What a life!! Is this a waste or am i a wasteland? The sun finally shines and then i can now see That i have been walking in the mud all this while Where did go wrong in my steps? What shall i do now?