Weary WandererA Poem by CorrupthoughtsA whimsical free verse
Oh, weary wanderer;
rest your head against my breast, cry your tears of the ocean and take the world off your back. Leave your lessons to be learnt before taking flat-feet to carry on; to see the indigo skies, feel the lush green beneath ones toes, hear the tales of fallen pride, smell the sulfur of hate and taste the victory of defeat. Oh, weary wanderer; your eyes can't carry any more wisdom, your heart tells me so and your soul has remorsefully treaded elsewhere. So, cut yourself dolefully with mankind’s lies, mend those wounds with Father Times' sand and do not worry, my heart will remain safe, in a velvet box kept on the moon. Do not look back for me, my friend. Wander on. © 2011 CorrupthoughtsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCorrupthoughtsToronto, CanadaAboutI apparently joined this site four years ago and manged to wander away. I would like to try and reintegrate myself into this community. I am now 27 years old and I am living and teaching in China .. more..Writing
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