The Wanderer

How can I concede on the eve of pain? When I never saw it coming And I never felt the rain Drops my heart beat stops Down to the soles of my feet I cannot breathe And I cannot speak Trying to find my way But the dawning of a new pain creeps They called me “The Wanderer” So far off the side of love’s hill That I’d squander even a Hershey’s Kiss If amidst I could feel… Numb foot steps to the left… …I mean … …on the wrong direction Stealing an inch closer and closer to its inception The perception that I allowed You to penetrate my heart Without contraception Its concepts shunned To give birth to Heartache and Heartbreak… ...The twin of my souls, my life long My heart song… “Slipping into Darkness” Am… I… The Wanderer? I can’t face this musical number Of my tears showering and thunder Clashes and slashes from the harsh words That passes your lips… Those same lips to which I’d submit To the dance with the woman between my hips …and thighs I… am The Wanderer… Wondering why there are so many people here With no cause and no desire No flames but wildfires blazed Rejection, infection, bleeding to near death seeking resurrection Cuz my heart’s been removed by C-Section From the womb, my helpless twins without direction They ask: “Who lives at the intersection of Disconnection Lane And this street called Imperfection?” I’m guessin my wandering feet have exhausted every transgression …And possibility You… called me The Wanderer I just can’t fathom my loaned existence While Passion’s grown resistant over yonder The distance to the South Southwest This quest to repossess my feminine finesse Obsessed with purity of hope’s chest Attest to custody Of my dear sweet departed Or just… …To not be broken hearted. I digressed… Uncharted my course To die within remorse… I looked, and beheld a pale horse Divorced my heart Beat Stopped Down to the soles of my feet I cannot breathe And I cannot speak Trying to find my way But the dawning of a new pain creeps Thru a drifter torn asunder… Bereaved be The Wanderer