Thursday, July 14, 2005

poem

Wanderer

 

 

I have been alone in the cold….

So long

When will it end?

I see not even any light in

The distance

No call to home

I struggle and shiver on the road

To nowhere

A perpetual wanderer... lost

Picking myself up

After each fall

Desperately longing for ...

Shelter and love

In arms that never seem to come.