Poems by the nomad

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  • I have traveled miles
    searched in drawers...

  • Its matter of days i die
    so many scars,still i lie...

  • Broken heart i carry today,
    dreams are torn discarded away...

  • Lying in my own pool of blood,
    feels like heaven in this crimson mud...

  • Cries of agony
    flying in air...

  • I have confided to this theatrical dark,
    the corner of my prison,my habitat...

  • There comes a time
    when you have to lose...

  • I was the one with an open eye.
    rejected all along...

  • I sleep my stalking fear
    with my wide open eyes...

  • I see so much of pain
    and so much of evil...

  • Hatred and greed,
    money and sex...

  • I walk through this darkness
    footsteps echoing through the walls...