Poetry

The Wanderer’s Song

Listen to the sound
of the midnight calling,
The Earth trembling
and the moonlight yawning,
As the world then weeps
bitterly during hours late,
Do these saline tears
Hold any weight?
And to this maudlin sight
am I indifferent
or am I unaware,
Or am I a wanderer
Who just doesn’t care?
I searched the
world only to find,
An orphaned identity
that I had left behind,
Changed into something
strange and unknown,
An illegitimate life
that I cannot disown,
Lo and behold
the young man shouts,
His voice drowning
in a formless sea,
His screams unheard
and his form unseen,
Is he a stranger
or is he me?

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