Nomadic

Wandering
From one group,
To the next.
It's all i do.
All i can do.

I get to know them.
We become friends
And I love them
All.
Earnestly.
But then,
You get to know me,
And I'm cast
Out.
Sent off to the next
Patchwork of
People.

This cycle has gone
On for years.
Maybe longer.
I do not
Know.
But I stay on
The road.
Ever in search.
Of those who will have me.

Reviews

[Bacchus]

patchwork of
people-
for a patchworked heart.

well done.

[iamshadowine]

this is so good! i really like the way you portrayed the emotions here of a person who has to change his surroundings and adjust and is waiting when would someone accept him the way he is! loved it! keep writing! :DD

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Thank you :3