Astray.

Days my feet led me astray
leave me deeply longing
puncturing the foundation
In any sense of belonging
Drifting further astray
From where I’m meant to be
In the wind as it blows
There’s no rescuing me
in too many ways
trails my baggage behind
the wake of these teardrops
the break of this mind
caught in a Jetstream
of most perilous speed
you might catch a glimpse
but there’s no rescuing me
for too many days
have I pondered in stealth
and observed in earnest
the corruption of Self
and, along my merry way
I failed to stay in the sun
I forgot to listen, or think
I forgot where I come from
Nights my feet led me away
from all things promising
try as you might to understand
there’s still no rescuing me

4 thoughts on “Astray.

  1. JunkChuck says:

    If you need rescuing, I pretty much doubt your opinion on the necessity of it is going to matter all that much. Folks have a way of just stepping up, regardless.

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  2. Simon says:

    Wouldn’t stop me from trying to my friend… 😃😘

    Liked by 1 person

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