THE STORY OF A WANDERER

by Gabriel   Jan 3, 2013


WANDERER PART 1:
THE BEGINNING OF A WANDERER

In the desert he stood
He was cast out
Because of being misunderstood
But he was glad to get out
They told him to stay away
He was always a stranger to them in his mind
But he didn't need them anyway
Because he saw them as ignorant and blind
And now he travels strange lands
Looking for "his strange place"
Because no one understands
And a dream that "he could embrace!"
For it was the beginning of a "wanderer!"

WANDERER PART 2:
ON THE EXTREMES OF LONELINESS

Could my rejection of my home
Result in my isolation from people in general?

Could my hate for the offensive ignorance of them
at home
Cause my cold behavior towards people in general?

I stand alone!
In the dark
And have no kindness to be shown!
When at the beginning
I first thought I was on a lark
But is this my future?
To die alone and without feeling the warmth of another's hand?
Is my life the fruit of desolation?
Of course! I stand here alone in these accursed dessert sands!
I am the living word of damnation!
But, if so then I no longer wish to continue on
For it is not meant for man to be alone
Or else everything in my life will be gone
And I no longer wish to walk the life of the unknown
But even if I tried could I,
Make friends and family?
With my blunt words,
My sharp tongue,
And my cold character????
I don't know while I sit here and sigh,
But I just can't stand here!
I must try!

WANDERER PART 3:
HOME

Weary of the life
Felt like a cold sharp knife
I walked on, stubborn,
Only to find peace and escape the forlorn
But afraid of having no mark in history
And no trace in memory
I tried to carve my footprints into the ground
Just to be noticed, as absurd as it might sound
However it seemed that all of it was in vain
I, was going insane,
Plunged into the pit of despair,
I was running out of air
But just before I gave up
I found myself on that mountain top
And gazing down there it was, a new home!
No more roaming lands in gloom!
No more living in despair and doom!
The lands were lush and green!
It was the most joyous place that I have ever been!
Peace and harmony!
There I found true friends and family!
Even love!
That I thought was too far above!
It was my place once for-told of
And now,
That is the end of the wanderer,
That I once thought of!

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  • 11 years ago

    by LostForWords

    Very powerful. I felt for the wanderer, from the beginning of his journey, through spending time in strife, to finding somewhere he could could call home.

    Good job.

  • 11 years ago

    by Gabriel

    Okay here is the complete poem with all three parts I wrote them a long time ago but didn't feel like they were ready until I fixed them up a bit which is what they are now!

    By the way if anyone is wondering what lark means it means: a merry, carefree adventure.

  • 11 years ago

    by WILLOW

    I can identify with this being my brother. I can thankfully say this poem gave another insight to how he may feel wandering the streets.

    • 11 years ago

      by Gabriel

      Thanks for your interesting comment, I can't say that this poem resembles a lot in my life, in fact hardly any but I hope you enjoyed it and that your brother gets along someday with society. And here is the other two parts that no one probably expected which I hope empowers the rest, makes it more complete and interesting to you!