Homeless:
I have walked away from all I've known,
I have no place that I can call my home,
The earth was my bed last night hard and dry,
I know not the answers I question why.
People don't approach me when on the road,
The expression on my face bears true load,
Suffering loneliness the path I'm on,
But deep in my heart there still plays a song.
It's just like the ocean under the moon,
There cannot be joy in my life too soon,
Answer to no one, no one is my boss,
I have no comfort though that is my loss.
You may pass me by soon some sunny day,
If you do just leave me be on my way.
(Ten syllables per line)
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment