The Endless Wanderer

The Endless Wanderer

A Poem by Vidya Bacchus
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At the end of our life realizing that we are all alone.

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                   The endless wanderer
Ebony skies  proclaim the night,
As is the norm ,as is the right,
Lusty sighs from a tavern wench,
Bring forth a pitcher my thirst I quench.

 

Walking this world alone I tread,
'Tis the earth I lay and make my bed,
Adventures much has come my way,
Here for a moment not here to stay.

 

I was born alone and alone I be,
Until the day life sets me free,
Loneliness comes like a lover she weeps,
Into my heart her tears they creep.

 

With my bag on my back and my thoughts to the front,
A builder must build a hunter must hunt,
And I must walk my path unknown,
Until I am dust and earth and bone.

 

© 2014 Vidya Bacchus


Author's Note

Vidya Bacchus
I wrote this from a man's point of view.Be kind please

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"Loneliness comes like a lover she weeps,
Into my heart her tears they creep"

Powerful words. The rhyme and rhythm of this poem was so perfect...I read it aloud to get the full impact of your talent! You have described a solitariness that is all encompassing. Excellent work. Lydi**

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much my friend.



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Stacked in my favorites, this adventurer is a cool dude, you have succeeded in creating a legend. The picture of Roland Deschain comes to my mind when I read this; the protagonist of "The Dark Tower" by Stephen King.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

I like them too .They are so fast paced and interesting:)
New Theory

10 Years Ago

Yes they are indeed. :)
Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

.....................:)
Best poem I've read in a long time. Lydia already said exactly what I wanted to say. Thanks for sharing =)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Thank you Devesh :)
Devesh

10 Years Ago

You're welcome :)
I see the salty skin and lilting voice of a sailor as I read this poem.
This is true of some in this life...
It was beautiful and lonely. Like watching a star in the night sky indeed.
Well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Thank you David :)
Deep and powerful, there is an almost haunting quality to your words. A poem that won't soon be forgotten. Great writing my friend.

:) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago


Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Thank you julie your words mean a lot :)
I was born alone and alone I be,
Until the day life sets me free,
Loneliness comes like a lover she weeps,
Into my heart her tears they creep.

You have written very well my friend, took me into a different world simply amazing and very powerful poem. loved it

Posted 10 Years Ago


Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much :)
Well, I'm a man and It sounds right to me. Great poem Vidya

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Thank you BR.
Lovely rhythm. Beautiful. ^-^

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Thank you Brittany :)
What a fantastic perspective!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Thank you much Quirklet:)
that's fine poetry, loved it ! Also quite a deep topic, interesting conception of life, well done :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

Thank you my friend.Your words are much appreciated :)

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Added on January 10, 2014
Last Updated on January 11, 2014
Tags: wench, night, tavern

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Vidya Bacchus
Vidya Bacchus

point fortin, Trinidad and Tobago



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