he's a wanderlust soul,
walking in the wild,
looking for a sanctuary,
away from all trouble.
try to tell him ,
the pain is inside,
he won't have it.
with a weight on his chest,
feels he cannot move,
he keeps wandering on,
until his legs quit,
or the clouds disperse.
he sings a lullaby,
everything is alright.
he loves the night,
he won't lose sight,
in the nightly shadows.
so he wanders on.
YOU ARE READING
feelz
Poetry💫 Hope for the future mixed with frustration, longing, melancholic nostalgia and realization. A whirlwind of feelings or - "feelz". . . 💫 ♡ (I take no credit for the images used, only the lyrics are mine) ♡
