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
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