those who lost in a sea of thoughts
will drown.
the tears you have cried
observe the anger you try to hide.
unanswered questions
is an answered questions.
get up now, little angel.
spread your wings, fly far away.
YOU ARE READING
The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
