my mind,
it's a mess.
it's out of control, it is that wild.
my mind,
stronger than the storms.
it survived a battle that drowned so many.
it survived, protecting the ill.
my mind,
it looks drained.
but it's the only thing that keep me sane.
YOU ARE READING
The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
