The Roamer

I roam these barren halls alone, early in the A.M.

I stare into the windows of each dark and lonely classroom, thinking of the world and its brother.

I can feel the stressed emptiness fill the air, and I think for a moment...

I roam these now busy halls with a friend who seems to care, but may not.

I smile up to the taller, handsome face next to mine as he pulls me in for a farewell embrace, until next time. Then I ponder for a moment...

I roam this house yet noisy house, full of hatred.

I listen eerily as it begs for more love and care than it receives.

The wind screeches silently through the open window, pushing out what happy air that does remain into the world that loathes the feeling. T

hen I wonder for a moment...

I roam this lonely house, searching for the serenity that I have yet to find.

I lie awake to hide inside my head, where I have no place to hide, and gather the missing pieces to finish the puzzle to find a piece missing.

And then I realize...

The barren halls are my escape from the world...

The friend is the one I truly love who does care for me...

This house is only a temporary place...

And the missing piece is the happiness that I can’t find...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good journey of thoughts in the poetry.
"The barren halls are my escape from the world...
The friend is the one I truly love who does care for me...
This house is only a temporary place...
And the missing piece is the happiness that I can’t find..."
The above lines are true. We shall one day escape home and seek self happiness and peace. Sometimes we learn. Home wasn't so bad. Thank you Mercedes for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Black Zodiac]

May be on the wrong track, but.. I've been in those places many, many times. Happiness can be found. You have a gift, and the world should hear it