The Soul of the Wanderer
Lonely pathetic vagabond
Wandering through time
Idle and confused
Careless and carefree
Yet dizzy with the hovering silence
In an eternal moment of emptiness
Where time has no meaning
Peace just a passing thought
A vanishing illusion
Of an instant somewhere in the sea of chaos
Compromising till there’s nothing left
A soul slowly deprived of its integrity
Weakened lessened hurt and humiliated
Tears that do not come
Angels that do not hear
So very desperately alone
Submitted on November 21, 2018 for CONTEST No.520 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
and on April 13, 2018 for contest NEW POEMS ONLY sponsored by EMILE PINET
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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