The Wanderer

When 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.

Reviews

[ShadowWhysper]

The rhyme and flow works well and I enjoyed your use of imagery in this work. :-)

[Not here]

thank you shadow :)

[Bear]

Rhyme scheme works, nice flow so it is easy to read and some very interesting phrasing :~)

[Not here]

thank you bear :) glad you enjoyed

[ApKWrites]

Great poem!
Again, rhymes+!
I like the way you portrayed weakness and sorrow.
Good job!

[Not here]

thank you very much :)