Wandering
thrust into
the game of life
no map
no directions
no hand to hold
alone and lost
naïve and always short
wandering and hallucinating
aimlessly senselessly
days to nights
weeks to years
where does it all lead
what does it all mean
the hurt the pain
the illusions
when does it all stop
this hurting those along
our own troubled journey
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 29, 2018
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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