Midnight Wanderer

 

Free thought,

dreaming away.

Listening to the crowd,

casually watching.

Wrapped in a leather coat,

strolling down a wayward street.

Snow fluttering down,

the soft crunch underfoot.

Cradling a flask,

typical drunk haze.

Secretly believing in something more,

never caring to let it be known.

Keeping distance,

no time for conversation, nor the want for it.

Free thought,

dreaming away.

Sleep,

then start all over.

Reviews

[AngelAfterlife]

this poem reminds me of my father... i like it :) Keep it up