Nomads of the Rising Sun
Nomads of the Rising Sun
~~a homeless home invasion~~
We are nomads of this earthly plain, dining with dust and riveting rain
Dancing with demons dictating pain, making stronger our ball and chain
Under siege upon night, undercover and cold, a blvd sign in city’s light
A penal colony in punitive plight, the surreal scenery of a selective sight
Our breaths keep us warm during the semiconscious soporific storm
Weathering away a contorted form, slowly scared by a slaving swarm
Hunger keeps us alive, descending decomposing death, will we survive
Sleepless nights in overdrive extending hands as they reach to thrive
Sadness creeps with the falling snow, tears drop in the moonlight glow
Kept company by a lonely crow, eating crumbs discarded long time ago
Depression dives in deeper, for I am your brother, are you my keeper
Wounded soul sleepless sleeper, don’t want to be a wandering weeper.
Nov.10.2017
Depression and Sadness
Sponsored by: Craig Hawkins
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2017
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