My Way

I am groping for my way.
I can't find clear way, 
and I always howl.
There is no one, 
so I can howl again and again.
Hopeless howl illuminates my mind.
But,
the howl doesn't illuminate my way.
This place isn't homely.
Someday, I want to go to homely place,
so I continue to grope for my way to the place.
  

Gallery of My Poetry

I write poetry in English.

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