The Wanderer.

A Poem by puddles2splash

Absolute control in absolute abandon,

It’s all thought out and yet so random,

Dust accumulates and it’s all hidden,

Just scrape the surface and all is forgiven,

Life rushes out and colours splash about,

And seep in the intricate walls worn out,

The cork yet clogs a part untouched,

Still detached, the wanderer, unexplored unloved.

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Added on April 7, 2013
Last Updated on April 7, 2013
Tags: life, poems

I am an engineer by profession looking for ways to integrate my passion for writing into my life. more..

Fall breeze.

Unrequited.