Wanderer

Where's the highway that leads me back home?

To the echoing whispers of a joy overthrown.

Familiar scent of happiness, now a ghostly perfume,

I'm just a wanderer lost in this nightmare's tomb.

Skin and bones, a mere reflection of sorrow,

Walked a thousand miles, but there's no light for tomorrow.

Almost thirty, but it feels like a century's blunder,

Wisdom’s a specter, and I’m torn asunder!

Daydreams of freedom swirl, like fumes in the night,

But I wake to these chains that bind me from flight.

In a prison of doubts, where shadows conspire,

Each heartbeat’s a battle, I’m drowning in fire.

Haunted by memories that claw at my mind,

Ghostly apparitions of the laughter left behind.

Each face that I wear, hides a storm in the night,

A mask that I don, in this eternal fight.

Pushing through walls, cold as the grave,

Each breath, a reminder, of dreams I could not save.

They claim they know me, but their vision’s so blind,

No one sees the tempest, the chaos entwined.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

What a telling poem! Reading your words, the wandering alongside you allowed clarity. To and for me, you are trying to find yourself, bring you back to how you once were. You appear to have lost yourself to active life, to visibility; an absentee from where you once were. Perhaps you are lost to society but, even more t to Self but only you realise that. An S.O.S. essential. Great meter, little or no deviation.. such a skilfull and sensitive poem.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this work really took me someplace. i could see the persona walking aimlessly through a busy street, eyes open but not seeing, so much has happened and so much is going on right now in her mind. and i cannot help feel kinship to this person. i too am a wandered with many regrets, sorrows, and disappointments that have reshaped who i am. and i look around in search of lost time, only to find dead end streets whichever way i look.
the style of this work is also commendable. the rhyme and metre did not sway, which speaks to the strength of the author. while this work is full of sadness, there is no doubt a fire burning in its creator. sticking to form is not easy, but this was done effortlessly.
both the style and substance of this poem kept me engaged. it was a strong work with many lines i really liked.