PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Far from home in a land unknown

Solely my shadow by my side but never feeling alone

Hitchhiking on haunted highways that never seem to end

Plans on postpone to be one with my own

Sick of being suffocated by society’s drones and clones

Refusing to rest and relax until my soul and surroundings I can comprehend



Streetlamps are extinguished and the escape routes are sewed

There are no exits while roaming on these rough roads

Nomadic nights turn into drifting days

Using Morse code to recite my forlorn unspoken ode

So many emotions and thoughts in my mind that I must alone

Out here in this dry desert sky on dejected display



A tarnished truck drives by and I stalwartly stick out my thumb

I’ve become nothing more than a vagabond forgetting where I came from

But could care less of where I end up going

Some call me a saint while other spit on me and shout “scum”

All the while wondering what I’ve even become

But sometimes ignorance is better than an ounce of knowing



I build a bivouac near the mountain range

The silence stays but the seasons change

Asking the stars if I’ll ever find what I’m out here looking for

For the world’s riches I would never exchange

This moment in time that I’ve arranged

For my liberated spirit to explore and soar



This perpetual peripatetic passage makes me feel so alive and free

But this epic journey may also be the death of me

But that’s a risk I’m willing to take as I continue to march on

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be

Than in this vast ideal seclusion with no one else except me

Trying to reach out and touch the setting sun at the end of horizon



Far from home in a land unknown

Solely my shadow by my side but never feeling alone

Leaving my footprints on forsaken freeways that never forget or forgive

I have finally managed to become one with my own

With these sticks and stones I will make my new home

Finding a new permanent address a million miles away from where I live