
A wandering soul, am I
Weaving my inner thoughts
Intricately placed strands
Fill the void of all my loss
.
The good, the bad, the ugly
The pain, the angst, the tears
I even share some sunshine
Though darkness is my overseer
.
Stanzas are my freedom
Syllables are my home
Flowing in between them
Makes me feel less alone
.
If you want to know my soul
Take a gander with my words
Explore my inner sanctum
Welcome, to the disturbed
©️Unapologetically Me
Yes!!! Beautifully done!!!! ❤️
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