Poem: Gate

The rain fell quick.

Then the clouds parted with the wind.

It seems as if I was in a haze.

Then I looked up and saw the gates.

I wonder what to do.

I was ready to walk to you.

I though you may be there, but as it turns out.

I was at the wrong gate.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s