8 april 2015

Drifting

My tortured mind sores through the sky
Sarching the ground for a safe place to land
Once on the ground I can't seem to stand

My mind spins with constant confusion
I wonder around like a drifter
Knowing not where to go

As I look to the future I cannot forget the past
I try to fly again but constantly fall to the ground
Like a flightless bird I can only dream of what used to be



other poems: Termoil, Drifting, Who am I,

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