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Traveler
Posted by Sylvan Sylph, Mar 3, 2008. 778 views. ID = 745
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 | ...and I am a wanderer. |  | This post has been awarded 36 stars by 9 readers. |
Tonight I possess all the emptiness
Of a windswept soul.
I turn my eye to a clouded sky
And wish for home.
Yet home is but a dream,
A mere memory in my mind.
Further than my reach
And strangely outside time.
For though I walk a thousand miles
To search for things I know,
This life I live still plies its wiles;
I'm left out in the cold.
Lost is what I call myself,
Abandoned what I feel.
I know not where I’m going,
And no one who is real.
Windswept in a foreign land,
This place has chilled me through.
I wish for a place familiar,
And for a face that’s new.
Freedom lies in wandering;
Comfort lies in chains.
The wind is my companion;
It comes, yet never stays.
Loneliness is my torment,
Yet I long to be alone.
This pilgrimage, it suits me,
Still I’m wishing for a home.
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Comments
murki
Mar 7, 2008 | nice poem. shuold there be a comma or something after pilgrimage?
~Posted by murki, Mar 7, 2008 |
Sylvan Sylph
Mar 7, 2008 | Yes, I think you are right.
~Posted by Sylvan Sylph, Mar 7, 2008 |
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