which was hidden
I spent life drifting
life above the water,
life above the land
spent dazing..... to the sea and the stars and the moon and the sun
I spent life dazing...
alone.
gentle and vunerable
I wasn't strong but why
I had to watch after many.
i cried for the broken, I cried for the need.
Tears like giants and I could go on forever.
I watched it all, and I drifted and drifted.
Oh what am I was not defined.
Not a thing. Not visible.
I hid inside, drifting.
Not noticed, just passed.
I longed and longed and longed
like so many.
I was alone, drifting.....
This poem is about:
Me