Forest Dwellers

The more I learn, the more I find,
That satisfaction, peace of mind,
Is something I've long left behind.

Lonely thoughts on lonely walks,
Remind me that I only want
To share those thoughts with others walking,
But, I only end up talking,
To blinking stares and hurtful laughter,
Subjects change to empty chatter.
Sometimes I feel that I don't matter...

But I have chosen to wander,
As I endlessly ponder,
Into the forest of doubt,
And few ever find their way out.

Why should I expect them to wander in with me?
I'm comfortable now, in all of these trees....
Sometimes I forget how I used to be,
How I still am at times....

So I've chosen to try and understand
And relinquished the right to be understood.

But how lovely it is, to stumble, to tumble,
As the dirt of the forest makes me humble,
And look up to see,
A fellow forest-dweller,
Smiling at me.

 

wow, that's really good! I especially like the last stanza, but its an awesome poem all around.

 

I really enjoyed reading it.

 

thanks guys.

 

WowzErz! I love this, it's got a hopeful kind of dismalness that i tend to wallow in! but a great read, I am inspired!

 

hopefully dismal.....i think you hit it right on the dot there, to be honest. i appreciate the appreciation.