A poem

I walk through the wasteland alone
My spirit seeking its twin aching to connect
A fruitless task like leafing through an empty tome
Past experience haunts me, indifferent attitudes taunt me
I may drown in this sea of lonliness

I sit and stare at the screen
Its images my only companions
Frozen moments in time from someone elses dreams
Selfinflicting pain that gives me pleasure
My only release my private treasure

Reaching out in cyberspace
Never touching, never knowing what's really there
I know my patronage just adds to my to my despair
But ever hopeful I walk on
Just looking for a place to belong.

Well done Greg!!!

What makes a good poem or story is being able to put
yourself into each and ever thought.

This one does that on a fine scale and
really invokes a great sense of imagery.

You most surely have that touch!!!

Wow, greg, that was great. I second Jeff's view....thanks for sharing your poem. I hope to see more from you.

Great poem gregsta - thanks for sharing it with us! :)

Youre very in touch with your emotions, I think you did a wonderful job and look forward to more.

Thank you Master Jeff and ladies. I will endeavour to write some more, my ego could certainly use the boost. I might add that it is high praise indeed given what I've read from all of you in these forums. Master Jeff your prose is outstanding, Daes own poetry most excellent, Subwife your short story in the competition was great and Silke your level headed advice and sense of humour makes me smile a lot.

*blushing* Thanks gregsta...if you liked my story for the contest check out the Short Takes thread....I've got a few short stories posted there.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem Greg, you have a definate talent for writing. I hope you will post some more of your pieces.:)
- poetic_justice

I know how you feel. Very well put.