christopher murphy

Rookie (03/04/1965 / nottingham)

The Drifter - Poem by christopher murphy

do not cry my sweet child,
for i am not worth it.
do not sit and think of us
and the times we had.
you will have many more.
although the dark clouds of unhappiness gather,
the sun will break through,
you will find happiness with another.
do not worry for me,
for i have been here many times before.
i am battle hardened
and have the scars on my soul.
you see i do not need love to exist,
it is just an emotion.
i have not felt for many a year.
i search for it
as an alchemist searches for gold,
but i fear it.
for it clouds the mind
and turns men into fools.
i am not bitter.
i just dont feel how you feel.
i never look back only forwards.
spring and autumn,
the only seasons in my year.
so forgive me if i have led you on,
for it becomes a tool of my trade.
you see i am a drifter.
like a leaf in the autumn winds,
settling wherever the wind takes me.
maybe ill die drifting,
or maybe ill settle.
that is my choice.
so farewell my sweet child,
as i leave you behind.
a voice inside calls,
i know not from where,
i guess ill know when i arrive.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, September 17, 2010


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