The Wanderer Poem by Terry Biscamp

He wandered through the night
Down his long empty road
The moon lit his way
But nothing lightened his load

Trying to bury the past
Walking off his pain
Too many miles lay ahead
And the loneliness remained.

Stopping to take a rest
He watched the river water flow
Lit up another cigarette
Leaned to listen to the wind blow.

Too many thoughts on this night
Too much to bury in his mind
Seems nothing can bring peace
Too many things left behind.

Will the world even know
That he was once a part
Or will everyone forget
That he too, has a heart

His journey has just begun
A deep cleansing of his soul
Emptying his mind
To have more control

Thorn laden miles
Whispers of regret
But a heart that still longs
Keeps tight his safety net.