Drifting

Drifting

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings

Adrift,
Between worlds.
Lost and without
Direction,
She wanders.


It’s a
Free place,
Nowhere,
But also
Quite
Terrifying.
She knows
Nothing of what to do,
Where to go, or
Why.


But they cast her out,
All the
Same.
No one knowing,
If she’ll
Survive

© 2016 The Poet of Black Wings


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Added on April 24, 2016
Last Updated on April 24, 2016
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The Poet of Black Wings
The Poet of Black Wings

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i hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..

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