Poem Body
The silent self
driven drifter
drastically
dragging his
folded enfeebled
feet . Steadily
staggering stumbling
towards the
tiring turning
tides of time
and its tragically
trampled trail
of troubles .
With a bluntly
emboldened
band eternally
tied across
his abnormal
brow . His
arms outstretched
wistfully wandering
through his
darkened
unmarked world
of open air .
Comments
visualy it is a treat, and
visualy it is a treat, and the metaphorical ideas embedded in the narative is on point. and the seaarch for knowledge, being, belief has always been a deepest desire. I like the protaginist, and I love his "unmarked world".
tyro
Woo Hoo
Roll on!
Hope you're feeling better,
Thank you
Why do I write about drifters because I relate to it currently because with my head pain it makes my mind start drifting and spinning.
Now what was my reason of writing this? It tells you that when your stuck in situations not lying within your clutches of control . The best thing to do to do is to accept it and blindly move ahead .
The Blindfolded Finder
Hello, Edward,
Of course, your alliteration is still amazing. But your language and words are so inspiring and wise. I always come away understanding the world and myself a bit better after reading your work.
Thank you!
Lx