The Nomad

New scribbles echo old concerns.

Will he suffer
Will he choke
Will he crumble or
Will he cope
Turn it inside out
Turn it upside down.

Is it falling
Is it air
Is it dying and
Is it fair.
Put it inside out
Put it upside down

I can't hear you
I can't steal
I can't help you
I can't heal
He's all inside out
He's all upside down

All these pages
All these fears
All these warnings
All these tears
See it inside out
See it upside down

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Reviews

[slfisher89]

I cannot pinpoint what the poem talks about; but it gives a feel of a different era. I like the repetition of inside out, upside down.

[BunnyXBunny]

As much as I'd like to says there is an arching meaning, there sadly isn't. Just scattered themes with slight connections. That's why I called it The Nomad... it just wanders.