This week, I was honored to be chosen as Poet of the Week for this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly hosted by David.
Special thanks to Sally for nominating me.
Here is my take on the prompt :
the room heaves with my sighs
its walls browning from the stewing solitude
as I listen harder pass the noise outside
I hear the familiar footsteps of loneliness
returning to its old friend
it knows where to find me
when I’m done drifting through the masked masses
today its footsteps are slow
as if scared I’ve finally found the warmth of another human
it’s just me and myself, as usual
envying the dead when times are bad
wearing the hypocritical smile when the tides turn
and I’m suddenly glad to be alive
I’ve always thought a person was either good or bad
never thought there will come a day I wouldn’t know what I am
I know not what all this is trying to teach me
Diary of a Wanderer 
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