Im free
I cried myself to sleep
In ages
I let it out
In more ways than one
Im free
Im at a crossroads
Availible for angels and demons
Nowhere to turn
Stuck in the middle
Sniffing out my land
My people
My pack
My family
They are out there
Somewere
Somplace
Awaiting me
YOU ARE READING
Things left unsaid
PoetryLetters to people I'll probably never see again. Things I wanted to say Feelings I want to express Thoughts that I'm thinking But never say out loud
