My skin is not my home-
Where is it that I truly belong?
A wandering soul with no place to go.
A train stuck on tracks;
A life moving slow.
My mind is not in control-
Where is it that I find sanity?
A tug-o-war with myself.
A ship in an empty sea;
A life without clarity.
My heart is not beating-
Where is it that warmth returns to me?
A darkness all alone.
A flower in the cold;
A life without love.
~a.k.
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Paint Swatch Poems
PoesieA collection of my thoughts expressed through the art of words. © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ To see my first book of poetry, check out Polaroid Poems.
