it's a cruel situation,
being thrown in the dark unprepared.
deceived by the sun.
you will begin to lose your track.
paralyzed, you couldn't find your way back.
there's no light to reach,
no hands to hold,
no fire to keep you warm,
you're numb.
struggling to find comfort in loneliness.
struggling to get used to it once again.
YOU ARE READING
The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
