Your eyes looked over me,
legs walked by.
You stood taller than me,
red,but why?
Why did you spend those many days
kicking persons out of your way
and thinking you were king of the hills
when all your act was a petty fill
in your empty life?
You were looking for something you didn’t find.
I never knew you, drifter.
In the end you gave up, turned the world blind
to your anger, your passion,your pain.
Inscribed in a note,
your troubles turncoat
and you take to yourself
and leave behind
a wanderer.
Wanderer.
I never knew you,
but you were alone in your own world.
In the mirror you saw
a face unknown.
You saw what I see;
A Stranger.
1 Comment
May 14, 2009 at 9:45 am
Wow, Lissy, this is a great poem. I am utterly jealous. Keep writing. You’re very good at it.