Uncharted Tale

I envy people who write about sadness..

That they have cried in the rain,

That they once had a place to runaway from...

knowing what their life would become..

That they had heart that once felt love,

probably got broken somehow,

Oh, to know what's joy and sorrow..

to know the both ends leaving no hollow...

As I try to write what I felt,

words slip away

wondering what my story has to say,

nothing to define..

I wonder if anything has truly been mine.