Wondering Wanderer

Moments come and go, dragging the day forward

but beneath this skin, I drown slowly.

I have no spark, ambition, or purpose.

The sun drifts through the sky as we spin,

yet, here I am, wandering through my mind.

I have labels, stigmas, and a lack of confidence.

Where will I be before my next birthday?

Will I still have something tying me to this world?

I can disappear, and be forgotten in time.

I can fade away, and remove myself should 

the sadness become too much.

Moments... That's all we are.

Author's Note

08.12.2017

Reviews

[Voice Crowe]

This really hit home for me. In regards to your post I would have to call myself a wondering wanderer. I feel this one deeply. Blessed are those who aren't burdened by overwhelming wonder.

[Poe Met Emily]

Thank you for reading and the review. :)