Poetry / Wanderer

i'm a wanderer in dreams
singing melodies too complex for others
too real for the shallow to understand
too painful for the weak to handle
but all too real for me
all that i am in here
this life, this dream
alone, in my own reality
sometimes bad, sometimes good
sometimes all in my head it seems

and i'm a wanderer
stuck in this icicle
clawing at glass
never hearing your saving grace
all i ever wanted
lost in you
or maybe
alive

weaving my way through
avoiding the claws that tear
i think of you
i wander through the city lights
down past the rural hills
through the desert
and the forest's
looking, searching
waiting…
still dying in the lies i perpetrate
draining dead all over again...

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