Day 17- Write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme.
I sit quietly by the lake alone,
Wondering when someone will walk by.
This may be a path I strongly bemoan,
But it is the only that I have always known.
After some time, I let out a low groan,
Wishing for someone to notice that I am here.
My listening skills for now, I will hone.
I wish this loneliness was something I could postpone.
I see someone talk on her cellular phone,
I wonder if she even realizes that I sit in this spot.
What lies ahead is in the unknown,
The past, I will disown.
This journey I face is only my own,
Although I do not know what lies ahead.
Over the years, this journey I’ve sown,
Has become a frigid zone.
As I sit here all alone,
I wonder if I could have strayed myself right,
Where exactly off the path was I blown?
Or how, oh how, could I ever have known?