The Wanderer

By With love_Crow

I find my home amongst strangers
For the best of me has gone
To cater to the worst of you
To the ruins of your pitiful soul

Have you one to save?
I seek blindly in the darkest
Spaces where demons dwell
Searching for your spirit

Broken and shackled to
The corpse of your baptized essence
Will God set you free?
Will Hell offer you new irons?

I offer myself like a
Sacrificial lamb to the beasts
The devils of your tempest
But your nature is unforgiving

Bruising and untamed
I fear the lose of me
Though so long as yours wonders
So does mine seek.

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Published on Saturday, March 24, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "The Wanderer"

On Friday, May 4, 2012, A Dispelled Truth (21) wrote:

This is pretty awesome. We both have a poem titled "The Wanderer". But I'd prefer yours, I really like the wording. Especially "Spaces where....Spirit."
On Sunday, March 25, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (606) wrote:

Awesome piece. An angsty acceptance of a darkness that will never go away. The third stanza is excellent.
A former member wrote: Wow I really love how you connected love with despair. This poem reminds me of some of Edgar Allan Poes works. Nicely done.
A former member wrote: This is a very tragic poem. It appears that even when you reach the one you want, you will only find despair and emptiness, because the one you seek is the one who causes you pain. You only know pain, so pain is all you know to look for. If my interpretation is off, please forgive me. However, this is very lovely, yet dark and tragic.
On Saturday, March 24, 2012, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...this seems to say love is blind & compelling, looking for something to salvage in one who is totally lost...