But who cares when I am dead
And gone in the earth's consciousness
The clovers are for the lifeless
The flowers are for the dead
Who am I to be in your head
I'm just another kid writing on my bed
I am no one to kneed, no one to plead
I'm just nothing if my head doesn't work the meds
Do my people really understand?
That I am tired, so are my hands
But it doesn't mean that I am happy
Is just I'm done waiting for you to find a new land
Our land has been eaten by the darkness of our ancestors' blood
But I can't go away, nor is my sadness
But you are already far away just to feel hopeless
For the rest of the days into the madness
YOU ARE READING
THE CLOUDWALKER
Poetry𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
