The Lone Traveller Poem by Michael Moorcroft
The Lone Traveller
I travel these roads alone,
But I have lost the way,
I am so far from home,
I have forgotten how to stay.
My face is not my own,
For the wind has shaped it,
My senses how they hone,
No longer do I fit.
Faces are a blur,
They mean nothing to me,
For they just stare,
I’m lost at sea.
© Michael Moorcroft September 13th 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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9/22/2024 1:40:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I really like this one, mainly because I know what you mean, and what you're going through. 10+++++++++++