• grief_into_words 27w

    A Wanderer

    A brazen land with no destination
    I walk as if to reach the moon
    Dragging my soul and holding my heart
    It’s a long way, I’ve to make it there soon
    Because time’s slipping and eyes blurring out
    The stars walking with me to and the fields of draught
    The chills that I feel all along making it all more worse
    The wounds opening up over and over thinking of all my firsts
    Letting go and holding back again because I just can’t leave
    My inner self and my ego getting hurt all due to my belief
    This didn’t have to be this way, me running through it all alone
    But I guess I would’ve not been this way only if I’d known.