A girl, Anne, who stayed with my family for 3 weeks, tried to covert me to a Christen.
And even when she went back home to the US she still wrote letters trying to make me see the light, to no avail. So I wrote this poem for her, she stopped writing soon afterwards.
I’m sitting darkness, searching for love.
I’m looking for help from the Great One above.
“Dear Roy, have you found him?†I hear you say.
Ask me tomorrow, don’t ask me today.
I’m looking so hard, but I just can not see.
The wonders performed, are not there for me.
“Just look around Roy, the beauty is clear.â€Â
Tell me tomorrow, if I’m still here.
What am I searching for, what will I find?
Will I be looking until I go blind?
What dose it mater, what can I say?
I’ll tell you tomorrow, can’t tell you today.
I’m stuck in existents, I’m stuck to the ground.
My mind is so ridged, I can’t look around.
What would I see Ann, if I saw the light?
Don’t tell me tomorrow, please tell me tonight.
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