.........CORRIDORS.........
July 5,2015
In the solitude of my mind,
I haunt the ghostly corridors of my desire...
In search of you!
Will I ever find you?
Or is it my destiny to wander aimlessly?
To places unknown...
My to catch the ethereal...
Just a glimpse of the unicorn!
Of you!
So much beauty.
So much desire...
This quenchless thirst breathing fire.
The cup of your elusiveness confounds me!
Whether to the east, or be it west..
All directions point in jest,
As I reach to grasp..
Where I thought your were..
Perhaps?
No..and once again,
Come..that I may end this madman's search...
Abandon ken,
Find peace at last,
And put down pen!!
PEACE
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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