Standing in the middle of nowhere
I should have to blare
To emancipate the pains inside of me
And move freely, facing the sun with glee
Standing in the middle of sorrow
The road is narrow
But I have to across the ocean of mist
To have a great resemblance of main list
Walking in the milieu of wonder
I found my mender
Reforms and heals the wounds that once been cajoled
Living again, feeling like a new hole
Walking in the milieu of greatness
I feel like I’m blessed
From the storms that came to my life, but I’m here
Writing this poem with gratitude, not mere
Sheldon Allen Saluta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanton-profusion-of-life/
