The Wanderer

Darkness stirs the cauldron of my burning soul

Always the fire is forever cold and climbs my skin in intervals of disdain 

My emotions entombed in trenches of perfectly manicured gardens desolate,deathly ,and dangerous 

Fingers clasp at fragments that fail to show because they cannot let go 

Isolating myself to sever these binds placed on my body , they choke and suffocate my charred wings

Let me go ,I'm no ones prize,just a free spirit searching strange winds for adventure 

A wanderer will I always be,Walking my own path of discovery