I cannot find
My way home
I do mind
Because now I'm cursed to forever roam
No one will let me in
Because they cannot trust
They think I'm filled with sin
With a soul as clean as rust
They all shy away from me
Most even run
They keep me from being free
And lock me from the fun
They won't even stop to listen
To what I have to say
I've come to a conclusion
That I must make me own way
So I'll keep on walking
To find the right way
So I won't have to keep roaming
And so I find a place to stay
YOU ARE READING
The Death Poems: Collection 3
PoetryMy third collection of poems about death, sin, leaving, unhappiness, etc. I hope everyone likes these as much as the other two collections.
