Wandering Poem by Samantha Stough
Wandering
Feverish wandering, lost in silent splendor
Am I a healer,
Or just a pretender?
Walking down the twisting lane of days past,
Shall I thrown them away,
Or choose to make them last?
Memories patter like dainty feet,
I think of all the sweet nothings,
And I have second thoughts about the people I meet
I recollect on the way one's character grows,
What's next in my book?
Only heaven knows
Regrets peel away until I have none
I pick up the pieces,
Until they finally become one
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4/25/2024 12:22:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the theme of wandering and I like the questions in the first verse ;) I also like the second and third verses about memories and the past and I like the fourth verse because I like the question. Lastly, I like the last verse because it's catchy ;)