Wandering in empty lands Going no where - Way too fast Trying to learn yet I don't understand Future, present or even the past
Moons spin high over head The sky is always inky black My eyes follow where paths never lead Where I've been I've lost track
Confusion please, its a cold plate to eat I sicken and slowly waste away My mind is tired and so are my feet Anorexia, winds now blow me away
Too many moons have now gone by Yet time seems to have somehow stood still I'm too dried out even to cry I'm alive despite my best efforts to self kill
I wander and I marvel at the many moons Where am I - I don't even know But darkness has shed it's shroud of doom and I gladly move where the winds blow
This is write is like a personal journey of lost dreams, depression and surrender. You do this so well. I've felt what you descibe so many times before. This is a poem that many can relate to on some level.
This is so very eerie. Beautiful yet terrifying. It seems as if things hare happening quickly yet also taking a long time. Perhaps its taking place on some other world.
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..