A poem of a runaway kid lost and hurt that found peace and safety |
Supernaturally Natural I was standing in worn out shoes, Slightly dazed and a little confused. All my world seemed to come to an end. I couldn't even think of one friend. That day allot of me died. But my eyes never cried. Running, I hit the road. Never loosening my load. The years went fast. Watching miles go past. While my insides twisted and turned. And a fire of loneliness burned. Till that empty feeling, Was filled while I was kneeling. Through a friend that shared. About a God that cared. It was taken away so fast. Didn't know until months had past. I felt so naturally free. Guess a miracle happened to me. Copyright© 1976 Reproduction in whole or in part of, by any electronic device or reproduced form or medium without express written permission of Richard G. Haley is strictly prohibited. Poems,Writings and Creations are the sole property of Richard G. Haley. Richard G. Haley retains the exclusive rights to all publishing and copyrights of Under this name and that of his pseudonym Thaylon Taylor. All rights are held under national and international copyright laws and standards. |