You left me breadcrumbs
to figure out your life
put together our sorrows
make sense of your strife
never knew why the door was to stay closed
and locked up so tight
you barely arose
and now you’re on the other side
We are left here wondering
filled with mystery
digging for knowledge of you
knowing no history
couldn’t you have stopped a moment to provide
a trail of crumbs on this side?
Wish there was a way to lift the veil
It seems I knock and knock,
but to no avail.
Poets inspire each other. Sometimes it’s a poem…sometimes it’s a phrase…and sometimes it’s a word like breadcrumbs. Curiosity gets me to write. Where do “breadcrumbs” lead you? Thanks to Poetry Channel for the inspiration.