Tales From A Life Best Forgotten

A Wanderers Fate

Sometimes when the air is still
With silent thoughts and empty dreams
The shadows of life’s true regrets
Shine bright enough for all to see.

They draw you into endless night
The darkness showing you the way
No end in sight the wanderer rests
Prepared to fight another day.

The battle rages tortures all
With silent screams and deafening cries
The spirit falls to disarray
Exhausted and prepared to die.

All hope is lost this moonlit night
As stars refuse to share their glow
The wanderer wakes to emptiness
No friend in sight, no place to go.

 Reah Roberts ©2009


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