He was a
Wanderer
Explicitly defining
And decoding
The other side
Of himself
With small
Memories
Lowering his
Face at the
Crowd
Within his mind
Shutting off
The sound
Of forever
In seas of black
With fires and
Stones
Always swimming
Through woods
Of unknown hurt
But ending back
Within the realm
Of himself
Within his
Sanctity
Of now
YOU ARE READING
Whisper Out Loud
Poetrya combination of poetry and lyrics I've written. -- I don't ever title my poems, so you'll see them numbered. All Rights Reserved UNBROKENSMILE - Copyright © 2020 Cover: unaesthetea
