The Path

Poem By Orange Scribbles

As I walk into a dreary path
Alone where I stumble
Eyes blurry of tears
Still hoping for the light in my way
To be able to walk straight
So I wouldn't be astray
As I look straight into the path
I saw His face
He was patiently waiting
Looking forward for He knows I'm coming

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A really great poem, like it, a great write.

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