The Wanderer Poem by Danielle Arsuaga

The Wanderer

Rating: 5.0


You don't know me
Yet your name is on my arm
I bleed, I cry
I feel your pain
I wait in the shadows
Hoping, waiting for you to fall
So i can save you
You stand there talking
And as seconds go by
I still stand
The bell rings
You leave, I watch
And there i am still
The lonely wanderer

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