Wandering Wayward

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The helplessness of trying to be there for a friend who refuses to be helped.

Submitted: March 08, 2007

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Submitted: March 08, 2007



Follow each and every acronym through space and time
Wonder about the relevence to your own life
Floating on the thinnest breath of fresh air
But polluting every sight and sound your frail soul recieves

 Wasn't it just like this?

But you're too afraid to admit to a troubled past
And so you trudge ahead, no tears left in you
Just a dry barren desert where your emotions once did flow
And from beneath the heated sand
Reaches out a fragile, tiny hand
With all the scars that were so
Now bright and flaring with the anger that resides
In a small hear with nowhere to go

But you hadn't turned around to see
My open arms as a destination

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