Oak tree

I sit here beneth my oak tree, utterly alone

with a book in my lap and a pencil in my hand

I write great stories of adventures untold

and of knights and heroes who die for their land


Yet the loneliness which eats me from inside

cannot be calmed by the stories which to me become alive

this is a true, great divide

which I must cross to become free


Free from fantasies and awoken to the reality which surrounds me

I must find a friend, anyone to share my loneliness with

tell my tales of bravery and they will see

even though I sit here utterly alone, I hunger for something else


I gaze upon the blue horizon wide

then I sit up and begin my stride...









Poetry by Sabrina
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Written on 2006-10-04 at 20:58

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wee2souls
A beautiful write expressing of within yourself..
lovely read:)))
hugerama:)
cindymac
2006-10-05


Zoya Zaidi
Iam your friend and I will listen to thee,
Tell me the stories of your realit,
And they will be better the those of dames anf knights,
I will be your companion in solitude,
And I will listen to thee without attitude.

**Hugs Sabrina**
Love, Zoya
2006-10-05


keith nunes
what a great write about the inner you. you are brave and courageous for being you in a strange world. well done
2006-10-04


Bronza
wow! a very lonley poem. It sounds really heartfelt.
Bronza
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2006-10-04