I was not

my soul cries for expression
but there’s none to know
my heart is full of the sorrow
of love
romance and light
yearning dark

all my days I’ve striven for naught
what I was, I wasn’t

I yearned for life I could not have
and thought it mine
though I was where I should have been
and who I was and am
I was not available in this grasping for
things naught
and missed things that were

now in my time of dying I look back
and weep
there were those that knew me
and loved
and I knew them not
for I could not see
blind to me



Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 16, 2011
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn


About Scott Schoffstall

I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal. My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical. They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is? View all posts by Scott Schoffstall

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