The Empty Palace
I walk on the road that no one uses anymore.
There are others like me, but they are not me.
I pass a city where no one comes outside.
I look through each window to see why and they all have a special person with them.
If only there was one special person for me, who would love me for who I am.
There are things I can and cannot do and there are people who can do what I do better.
But I still search for the person most important to me.
I have a grand palace, yet it remains nothing if that special person doesn't notice.
But what if I found that person but he won't love me too?
I will just wander, passing by all the better people.
My heart will ache, but I would still want that special person of mine to be happy.
I will walk on the road that no one needs anymore.
------- Author's Notes -------
To those in the endless search for happiness. And to E.P.
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|B.L.O.K. (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, May 4 2015, 05:32 pm|
I have read all of your works and all of them are masterpieces. Your writing style is a phenomenon and very rare to come across in this day in age. Have you stopped posting poems and stories because you have moved on and are producing work for profit now and are very successful? If you have made any books out there what are their names and what is your author name? Your writing is literature of the 21st century!
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