The wanderer

I'm not inside my head

I cannot reach within

left alone to wander here

caged in bone and skin

to find yourself reflected

in an empty gaze

where the body is neglected

trapped in a mental maze

Between mind and flesh

Somewhere I find myself

no trace of life nor death

trivialities like wealth 

impending doom I feel

as I journey through the black

immortal against my will

yet never to turn back

A vacant mind existing 

soul extends beyond the brain
plague incapable of lifting

no sign of what is sane

A wraith within myself 

tormented forevermore

I can't call for death

endless flesh corridor

Tormented by silence

as I trudge through the abyss

No mark of age is noted here

the same cycles to begin

unless this wretched curse

is killed off by waiting death

I am still here wandering

the only one whos left.

Author's Note

First.

Reviews

[kris reed]

Great stoke of the pen (or keyboard). It posses a wonderful rhythm and speaks to my own torment trapped inside my body and head. What jailer sentences us to this prison? A spelling error or two: fourth line "bone an skin" did you mean "and" or "an' ?" And third line from the end "is killed of by waiting death" The "of by" makes me stumble, but either word alone reads well. Really like it, you did a lovely job!

[Wraith.]

Thankyou! Ah silly spelling mistakes, I usually write these late at night so I'm not always with it haha.