The Vagabond
Once again
I miss the nothingness
the stale leftovers
of crusty bread
Once again
I yearn for something
which I ain't yearn for
I yearn for someone
who isn't there
Once again
the tear of joy
becomes a myrth drop
upon soft lips
Incensed cold ashes
cover flamed burns
Once again
I wonder why
Am I still hoping
Why do I come back
Why am I here?
I must go
I must leave quick
Afar from shelters
that won't protect
I must keep distant
from nectared hives
which dripples honey
in empty wells
Wells too cold,
Wells too shallow to dive in
with my last breath
Wells mirroring moments
of sweet proposals
yet cast reflections
of pure regret
Once again
I have to travel
to a place I do not know
To a horizon without a life-line
and let my spirit flow
Once again
I'll be the vagabond
who keeps on wandering
beating all bounds
on asphalt grounds
I' ll be the vagabond
on a new journey
Not to be searched for
Not to be found
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014
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