Wandering Aimlessly

October 13, 2019

Wandering aimlessly not knowing how to handle life, I just sit back and wonder,

If time can ever make it right. I can’t help but to constantly bottle up my wondering sadness,

We all know that always creates uncontrollable madness,

I beg for it to leave me be, but as always when it calls I pay attention and take a seat…

I feel it taking over, starting at my feet eating away slowly, everything it can reach.

By time I sense this feeling, I am already pinned down and bleeding,

The wondering sadness has stretched to my soul and it’s hard to quit thinking,

Stop belittling and lying, I’m not a bad person and I’m always trying,

I stop talking, there is nothing speaking it was too good to be true,

The air changed to a brisk wind the moon was covered, and back creeping in was this

wandering gloom, I felt it breath, the air left the room.. I laid helpless withered and choked.

This was a short poem, so not much wrote...

I don’t know anymore, I think I’ve given up hope...

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