The Wanderer

Michael Anthony

 

I was hanging on tightly

to what you were just passing through

 

I found comfort in fleeting things

because they were more predictable

than your peregrine heart

 

You still don’t know what love means

to those who have to push it down,

hoping the light from the surface

won’t break over them

  • Author: Michael Anthony (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 17th, 2022 11:54
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Rocky Lagou

    Nicely put! The emotion in this poem is very present. Great job on this one! 💖



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