I am human
#1 of Personal Poetry
I am human days lived count easier than the mistakes I've made Dragging my shoes through my escapade
A wanderer With no destination in sight I lift up my face but drop my eyes For the skies hold nothing for someone like me
wannabe a stranger keeping your pace eagerly talking and taking your praise only to hide behind dresses of lace
injured scars that you cannot see I'm riddled with cuts, jabs and open wounds as big as the sea heart held together with nothing but string skin concealing always healing yet they remain
Yet I am no victim
I am human living the day by the day hoping, wondering of the end of the age wishing for nothing but an open cage
I am human yearning for warmth and touch taking always all too much desperate to be wanted, loved.
I am human...