Poetry Corner – The Eternal Wanderer or Home

The Eternal Wanderer or Home

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From Nowhere...
From Everywhere...
Dirty dreadlocks
Scraped moccasins
Torn backpack
Scuffed map poking out (why do they need a map? they'll never get to where they're going)
A shower is beckoning to them, like a siren to a filthy sailor, tempting, yet out of reach
Phone in hand, but who are they texting, everyone back at home has already forgotten about
them or given up
A look of eternal loss across their expression
"Life's an adventure," they think but it's not what they feel
They just want to go
Home

Poetry Corner – My Shadow

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My Shadow

My shadow is perfect

It moves gracefully

No flaws

No sharp edges

No signs of aging

No eyes, no mouth

No expression

It ponders quietly

In its infinite knowing

And looks back at me

Wondering

What beast is staring back at it