The WandererA Poem by Not hereWhen the words won't come anymore and the days pass slowly by and I pound against the door as I start to kill my mind... When the hour arises still and I see all of the needs, and I start to lose my will as I look at all my deeds... When I'm lost and hopeless, too and my brain begins to crack, and my heart is bleeding through the shirt stuck on my back... If I lose all of my power and the words will never come, and I spend all my hour wading through all the scum... If I find the place of silence where words cannot pretend to comfort all my violence... Will you ever let me in? 'Cause I wander frozen wastelands of my broken, desert mind. And I find many misplaced plans and I wish I could go blind. 'Cause the world is only broken. And the silence makes me ponder. So many thoughts unspoken, as in the dark I wander. © 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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