Nomad

Nomad by Kenny Davis Perhaps it’s time to move on Though I don’t know if my heart could do it I’d rather refrain from the pain Not knowing if it has what it takes to get through it again I can’t keep jumping my feelings from place to place From heart to heart, from breast to breast, from face to face Then again I can’t seem to avoid having it to settle In this abysmal, dark, cold, lifeless, voided space Constantly, continuously stuffing, jamming inside Attempting to fill this ever growing emptiness hole Only to find myself swallowed alive Digging my heart deeper than the mole Maybe I hope to dig myself below the surface Buried deep beneath the dirt Ravished in the cold, murky grains of Mother Earth To avoid further feeling the agonizing hurt Maybe if I move around enough My pain won’t have a chance of settling in Giving the Devil an idol mind to dwell Leaving me to wallow around in my sin For whose devious decision For this deceitful, loveless design To have this once warm and caring heart Drift around endlessly in this black hole of mine Wondering that if my heart Is cursed to drift aimlessly through time Will it ever be blessed with the love That so many spend over a lifetime to find Is this heart ever to be filled with warmth Or cold as ice and hard as stone Will there ever truly be one meant by its side Or is it forever cursed to walk alone. © k.davis December 2013