They think I’m always on the hunt
Always on the prowl
But usually I’m just sitting here
Thinking
Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
Thoughts seeping in
Like rain between cracks
Not all require me to act
I learned more than I needed to today
In a way I’m glad
Glad I avoided this path for so long
Right or wrong
Time will only tell
But its vanishing once more
Time to lose the spell of this strange smell
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By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Comments (4)
I have no idea what path or thoughts you are following, but this sounds just like me, lol.
Great job Atomic!
Terrific!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️
Very well written.