Journey…

In the dark misty cold night…

30 09 2009

When I was Younger (maybe about 11 y.o.) I had written my first Poem. It was (still is) my favourite. Lately I have read it again and wanted to share it.

In the dark misty cold night

A girl crept towards her house

With difficulty on her way.

She had plenty of knowledge

In her hands, she tried to

Use it, but never managed.

Some years after these

Painful but worriless moments,

She was in a beautiful

Painless, sunny, bright

Road with so much

Knowledge in her head,

But it was only her dream,

Her goal,

She was once again

In the dark misty cold night.

I wrote another one today about the girl. She’s still in my head, She’s always in my head; her long black hair, and her white face. She never gives up and keeps trying to go to her house.

In the Dark Misty Cold Night

The girl crept towards her house once again

In the middle of the road,

As She noticed someone watching Her in the shadows to her sides.

Her dream was still unknown in the mind of known,

Confused all about yet didn’t have a doubt.

She kept on crawling towards her House,

In the Dark Misty Cold Night.