I feel strange,
I feel weird,
I feel lost
Like i'm stuck on fifth gear
I feel depressed,
I feel cross,
I feel dead
Like i'm not here
I feel spent,
I feel the need to vent,
I feel lent
Like a cent so dear
- The Drifter
- i am a being, a creature, a watcher, a giver, a taker, a lover, a hater, an observer, an individual drifting through this journey called life. And this is my story.....
1 comment:
youve got a great ability to put emotions in the form of a poem, my friend!
Post a Comment