Nightmares of a Traveling Man '05
The depth of my decisions,
The aching of my soul.
Empty, untouched suitcase,
Longing to be whole.
A wasteful want left hungry,
Echoes through these rooms.
Leaves and vines keeping growing,
Beneath the darkened gloom.
Why must I lie dying?
Clinging to the seams,
My mind a field of wonder,
Softly slumbering in green.
Copyright © Naomi Jenkins | Year Posted 2008
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