Wandering - to foreign lands and foreign places Wandering - I am in shadow, I have no faces Wandering - lost somewhere way deep inside Wandering - I am now gone I have died Wandering - Wandering - absent now forever I will never be found no marker place where I was buried in the ground
This reminds me of a movie I once saw about a bomber crew that crashed their plane in the desert. They spent years waiting to be rescued. As the movie drew to the end you realized that they had all died in the crash and they were waiting for someone to find their remains and give them a proper burial so they could be released from being stuck in the desert.
For me this poem is about a wandering spirit who is stuck wandering because no one can find where they died.
This reminds me of a movie I once saw about a bomber crew that crashed their plane in the desert. They spent years waiting to be rescued. As the movie drew to the end you realized that they had all died in the crash and they were waiting for someone to find their remains and give them a proper burial so they could be released from being stuck in the desert.
For me this poem is about a wandering spirit who is stuck wandering because no one can find where they died.
Wandering about can be fun and an adventure or just the opposite.
But coming home is the best part.
But what if you've no home to come home to?
Fantastic write!
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..