Lost we have, all true hope, we can not find
Not to go back to where we once call home
Searching, searching far, till we keep the bind
We always move, continuing to roam
And if we find a good place to settle
Where we mend bruises and the shining light
Keep us wake, rest kept is full of nettle
Where we stay for no more than one short night
In the morning, we continue to move
Away from the place where blood runs freely
Away from the place where they disapprove
And if we're found we must return, truly
The scars of minds we wear will multiply
So alone we wait to leave, as we cry
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A Collection of Poems - Emotions & Thoughts
PoésieEmotions and thoughts that are hard to speak, put down as poems to show the mind. Some are painful, some are confused and some are silly.
