my thoughts floating in the sky.
so high, it became one with the cloud.
turned my world dark and heavy.
but the rain won't pour.
words suddenly so hard to utter.
i wanted to speak though.
i couldn't.
YOU ARE READING
The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
Trapped
my thoughts floating in the sky.
so high, it became one with the cloud.
turned my world dark and heavy.
but the rain won't pour.
words suddenly so hard to utter.
i wanted to speak though.
i couldn't.