{insert title here}

i really don't know what to call it

I must have

Had my eyes closed

When I came here

 

Time passed

Left froze

I can’t see what is near

 

Chin up

Eyes to the sky

Words released

 

Hands tucked

In the pockets on my thigh

Food for thought, so I feast

 

I no longer know where I am

Don’t know how I got here

I’ve asked for directions

With no one around

Like a kid on a dirt road

Head down

I disturb the rocks on the ground

Until I can be found

Reviews

[Emily]

Tolkein said, "Not all those who wander are lost" and that spells this out pretty clearly. Wander away, the way things go and go.

I liked this piece, the flow and the mysterious nature was well done.