Poems on Life - Blackout Poetry Notes

Stranger To Myself

I am a stranger to myself with
mysterious motives,
yearning for freedom and danger.

The trouble
was the yearning
in wanderlust.

Youth lingered, then
walked away,
slow and quiet
no sign of life.

The great emptiness
the loss of a memory.
Could anyone
ease the pain?

To be free and easy
is beautiful,
I have a supreme belief
in love
and in life.

Isn't it odd?
How we put off living
til one way
or another we discover
a happy life.

I am the picture of calm.
My new self.
A new life.

Listen carefully,
the fall and rise struggling
to be heard.
This song was familiar,
full of loneliness
an old ballad imprisoned
in his ghost.

I am a wandering soul
with unfathomable
melancholia.

Isn't it beautiful?
I love living
slightly more
on an ordinary morning.