Poem -

Drifter

Drifter

I am a drifter, with a cold cold soul, drifting, drifting, drifting away.

I am a hunter, searching for my home, I am a drifter, drifting, drifting away.

I am a soulmate, wasting away, I am a drifter, drifting, drifting away.

I am a soldier, fighting for my way, I am a drifter, drifting, drifting away.

I am a mystery, a story left untold, I am a drifter, drifting, drifting away.

I am a hero, with nothing saved, I am a drifter, drifting, drifting away. 

I am a survivor, surviving day by day, I am a drifter, drifting, drifting away. 

I am a criminel, with nothing left to say, I am a drifter, drifting, drifting away.

But no matter how far I drift, drift away, i’ll always come back.

Like 0 Pin it 2
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
A

Thanks for reading, please comment

Reply
author
Tony Taylor

Hello A........I really like this write.......I've never read you before, so I don't have anything to base opinions on really.........but I will say that I found this write very compelling...........the repetition really made me feel the effects of drifting.........it was effective and quite imaginative...........truly enjoyed this........look forward to more of your work.........if you're new here?........WELCOME TO COSMO my friend!!........well done.........smiles............T  xx

Reply
Poem -

The con man's name in...

The con man's name in lights

It isn't that hard to believe that a con man,

who'd been acting his whole life,

auditioned...

Poem -

Hope for the conned man

Hope for the conned man

They were pretty good,

having the audacity to try and con me,

and it almost worked,...

Poem -

The con man

Before the thorns there was gold,

and a con man was born,

so sneaky he fooled them all....

Latest poems in Nonsense

Poem -

who is next to the west

who is next to the west

click clack to whispers
in need to be told

yet the water seems wasted
as another two...

Poem -

Nothing keft brain drained

Nothing keft brain drained

They speak of men at war with themselves
Never missing their integrity with words
Insults to...

Poem -

Who the fuck I am

Who the fuck I am

Horns playing again the devil's to a tune of identity
Come play with.me he looks on a follow to a...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com