Around the world in a day
or two
full of words, mistaken steps
baggage kept by one, created by two
The ground is soaked with the sweat of troops
mistaken lost travelers, lost
on my way to you
confused as to where I want to be
when my anger makes me cleverly astute
these dreams are not always clear to you
and I don’t belong here sometimes
at least not with you
when I’m angry
lost
confused
Filed under: poetry Tagged: Anger, Dreams, life, open thoughts, poetry, relationships, truth
