Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Roaming

Why must things always slip through the cracks,
fall to the ground and shatter ,
crashing into a thousand shards of lost hope,
and infinite agony?
Why am I so detached in this time and place?
Feeling lost,
left to wander a world I was never meant to be part of.
Drifting through these the years wishing each to be my last
yet my heart still beats on in agony.
Lost or forgotten dreams seem to haunt my mind,
as life holds me here against my will.
I wish to be free,
to be forever rid of this endless roaming.