Rolling Poem by James Merchant

Rolling



I am a tumbleweed
A mess of words
Aimless in the wind
A friend
A friend

I am a wanderer
With no word for shame
I am a traveler
Who's lost his name
Lost his name

I'm rolling towards the tower
And I'm not looking back
I'm rolling towards the tower
And I'm not looking back

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elena Sandu 11 June 2012

Intriguing write, loved it! Repetition gives a touch of colour and a few notes of a song. Made it complete. Enjoyed the read, quite nice, thank you for share.

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