PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You don't awaken,

your real eyes while sleepwalking,

through lifes' long day

Missing your own story unfolding,

your left standing by yourself,

without anyone to see

the thickest of thieves,

don't share their bedtime stories,

forgetting about blood and coincidence

My Madness is howling amongst the Wolfpack,

wandering alone is my solace,

home is where I've been misplaced

Blessed are those,

who find their station,

and know that space is not distance far or near

But life is a struggle,

that's met with strife,

that hopefully you've left with right

All of me, and some of you, and only part of we.