Poetry >THE UNKNOWING WANDERER
Amber Contreras
THE UNKNOWING WANDERER
The unknowing wanderer.
No preference of direction.
Going along with the flow of the world.
Yet, going against it as well.
Opposing all things that are wrong,
Standing up for all that is right.
Relates to no one, and yet
To everyone at the same time.
Appearing different, in the form of a rebel.
The unknowing wanderer.
Trying to get through the same life.
Same thoughts, worries, tears
Same struggles, weaknesses and fears.
Trying to piece it all together.
Differentiating good from bad.
But in the end, nothing is good.
Feelings that tell him to quit,
Because it's a lost cause in the end.
The unknowing wanderer.
Laughing at the superstitions.
Walking under ladders,
Never missing the cracks,
Passing all the black cats.
Challenging and mocking life itself,
Daring it to throw another problem.
Asking it to bring him to his knees,
Just so he can rise up again in spite of it all.
The unknowing wanderer.
Had always experienced many hardships.
Constantly depressed with no way to release it.
Crying doesn't appear to be an option.
Tears have left completely.
Always lonely, even in the room full of people.
Laughs at the dumbest things.
Anger comes and goes so quick.
Sceams and jumps like a loony for no reason.
The unknowing wanderer.
Doesn't even know himself anymore.
Has become so caught up in it all,
That he lost who he used to be.
And still moving in the only way he knows how.
Turning random corners,
Reaching unwanted hieghts.
Trying to be the him he once longed to be.
But it's all become the same empty thing.
The unknowing wanderer.
Keeps on living, can't seem to die.
Forced to live through it all over again.
Wanting and needing to end it all now,
But can never bring himself to do it.
There's a driving force, controlling him.
Telling him it'll change soon enough.
But it doesn't seem to change at all.
It's the same boring thing, day after day.
The Unknowing Wanderer.
Constantly going everywhere,
And forever ending up nowhere.