The Wanderer’s Poem

In a sea of scoundrels

I put on my mask to walk beside them

for I do not want my face to be seen

by an eye which only sees nothing

but the eye itself….

we all live in our masks

act so comfortable and intact

but underneath its all cracked

and our tears surface

we blame what we lack…

shame bids upon

us as if we are an auction

we mold ourselves

into a superior concoction

but we find in the end we are all the same

the mind tends to dissemble towards the end of the game….

This is about the life of the one who never lived

climbing always out of an abyss

feet still frozen from the last trip

home still haunted by the memories they lit…

on fire and tried to forget…

In a sea of strugglers…

I wear no mask to walk beside them

for I fear no judgment or pain…

their lives have nothing to lose and everything to gain…

we sit and wait until patience isn’t due…

then test the humanity of those in power who construe

the laws for their own thirst or promote fear

but they don’t realize children can hear…

and someday they will rise with words

for all those who were muffled by fear

This is about the life of the one who never lived

climbing always out of an abyss

feet still frozen from the last trip

home still haunted by the memories they lit…

on fire and tried to forget…

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