another poem that i made a long time ago and i just wanted to share with you all! heh heh!
to you it might sound religious . . . to others it might just sound like . . . well a poem. hee!
THE DRIFTER
a young person, a drifter
a boy of some sort
he falls and he falls
then drifts
slowly, very slowly
falling into a deep sleep
this sleep turns to his dream
his dream becomes his nightmare
his nightmare forms into his
reality
the boy cannot prevent it
nor could he stop it
he runs and he runs
to eternity of confusion
he doesn't know what to do
quickly he runs into fear
then into anger, hate
then he could no longer breath
he's suffering
he starts drifting off again
into nothingness
he tries calling for help
but he is not able to speak
for his mind cannot function in that way
no longer existing
suddenly a light clears up the darkness
the darkness that led him to his fate
he becomes a child again
to open arms that welcome him
he is awaken to the sound of a gentle voice
saying: "Welcome home...my drifter..."
hope you like it!! :)
