Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

WILDERNESS

Sometimes I long to be

A pioneer of my own destiny.

I want to believe that

No others have come before me.

I ‘m not able to see the road

Of broken hope and broken dreams.

Wistfully, I wander-

A nomad blazing a trail.

Ignorantly, I falter-

But I fail to see my own errors.

I’ll keep stumbling along-

I won’t utter a single prayer

Until devastation overwhelms me

My pain, I will not share.