I'm wide awake,
My tired eyes roam,
Stumbling about like drunken men,
My tongue is heavy,
Bloated from words I cannot speak,
My thoughts clump together
Like dead leaves,
Soaked from the muddy rain,
I have a wandering mind,
Thoughts pool in my subconscious,
Like the gutters after an autumn rain,
I am a restless soul
My feet wander this world,
My arms stretch out,
Through empty space,
My fingers grasping,
For the air I need,
I am a hopeless poet,
My words paint these pages,
I am a restless soul
This world is not what I expected,
But I'm still waiting,
And it's true I've never really believed
In anything,
But I know what this heart thirsts for,
I know what my soul craves,
I know what I stand for,
Even when I stand alone,
And maybe that's enough,
to get me through,
But there are some things this soul can't take,
Some weights this heart can't carry,
And I might be in trouble now,
Oh, I've really done it this time,
But I'm not stopping,
I just want something to ignite this soul,
I need something to set my world on fire,
Instead of feeling so old,
And vacant inside,
I want to light up this world,
In a glorious blaze,
A distraction from mindless mundane,
I'm not stopping now,
I am a restless soul
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Restless Things
Poesía"I didn't realize what damage heat can do To flesh so bare So I poured you out all over me Until I was undone And shaking But after the fire has gone All that's left is ash and wilted skin So now I know Better" -The Things You Left Behind (Poetry, P...
