I have this urge, this need, to cry
Yet see my eyes have gone dry
I seek comfort, yet around others I hide
Away, in the back of my mind
My troubles, for no one to find
These thoughts tell me to go
Find a place called home
To reap the seeds I sow
Around the world I roam.
Alone.
A distant call reaches out its hand to me
I ache for my wildest fan ta sy
No one stays awake at night for me
I hide inside a lucid dream
In it I am free
My mind's a stream, I float along
While all my friends they hit that bong
Waiting out the pain, it takes to long
Until we all are gone
We'll write our pain in a song
so where did we go wrong
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My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.