surrounded by love
yet still apart
no one sees
no one listens
to the footsteps I take
down this lonely road
is all my own
few feel the pull
the mystery beckons
yet few follow
a grey flower
in a field of white
lovetherain (author) from Untited States on November 01, 2017:
Hopefully the happy ending will come.
Mary Wickison from Brazil on November 01, 2017:
I feel like I am that grey flower that no one sees.
I know poetry is subjective but I felt I wanted one more verse sort of a happy ending.
Have I missed the point entirely?